"NOVEMBER COMES AND NOVEMBER GOES, WITH THE LAST RED BERRIES AND THE FIRST WHITE SNOW; WITH NIGHT COMING EARLY, AND DAWN COMING LATE, AND ICE IN THE BUCKET AND FROST BY THE GATE. THE FIRE BURN AND THE KETTLE SING, AND EARTH SINKS TO REST UNTIL NEXT SPRING." ~ELIZABETH COATSWORTH~
Yesterday was a sad day here at Dog Trot Farm....Willa... a two year old Barred Rock... one of my original ten hens... passed away.... When a hen dies....one of the most difficult questions is why?....How can a healthy hen go to death's door in such a brief period of time. A case of here one minute and gone the next. Willa exhibited no external symptoms until her last few moments...She was a well loved hen...side kick to Gladys... bearer of beautiful eggs....and quite a looker....Willa was buried in the flower garden along side her sister's... Pip and Georgia...she will be missed.