**Warning** this post contains a scene that might freak you out***

Look at those chickens above. foghorn & elvira? well our household decided to get some new babies, and despite our efforts to give them to a foster home, we couldn't , and the cycle of life barrelled on and on and we killed them. It was moderately traumatic, but ultimately profound to skin a chicken, clean it, pull out the innards with my hand in a still warm body. and then put it in the freezer, and the stew pot.

foghorn was the survivor of at least 4 racoon attacks that took most of the chickens we have had over the years. She was a survivor. I loved the way she destroyed all the seed beds, and just wrecked the garden or wherever she decided to put her scratching energy. Elvira was a foster bird from someone who moved away. she was so pretty and kind of useless. she always followed foghorn's lead. upset when foghorn flew over the fence, and she couldn't figure out how to get out too. Over the last few months both girls were expanding their territory down the street. We'd come home in the afternoon, and they would be across the street, in the street, down the street. They always knew where home was, corralling them was easy.

Since saturday i look out the window in the morning, and for a split second forget that they are gone and wonder where they are. then i remember i ate them. Foghorn made the best chicken dumplings stock I have ever had.

thanks ladies. have fun at the seed bed in the sky. scratch up a worm for me!