I found Petunia under the coop last night, still alive but obviously dying. I isolated her so she could do it in peace, which she did. I don't know, of course, but maybe she got an infection from her wounds that took all this time to be fatal. I only hope it wasn't anything the others will get.
I haven't had the wherewithall to do anything with her body yet, but I will probably just put her in a bag in the trash as I have the others. It is an awful thought if I think of it being Petunia, but the body of any dead thing, including a human, is nothing I care about. It's like disposing of a clam shell after you remove the clam......It is irreverent, I suppose, but somehow it seems that leaving a body behind when you die is sort of like taking off your coat.
3 comments:
So sorry about your little Petunia. Your "taking off your coat" analogy is a pretty good one...I tend to agree with that thought. I believe Petunia was very lucky to have you.
Oh, that's so sad :( She had a good mommy.
Poignant as usual, with pen and paint. love, cuz
p.s. my condolences...I agree with Fearless and Carrie, she was one lucky bird.
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