Cause of Death
Yesterday afternoon I was able to go see Willhi. I brought Leann with me because Willhi wanted to check her over. It turns out that Leann choked on a slug.
There was nothing that could be done. And nothing that I can do. How do I keep my chickens from being gluttons and trying to swallow slugs that are too big for them? Willhi assured me that I can’t. I’m concerned.
We are overrun with slugs. We have had so much rain and there is no end in sight. Even at the moments when it’s not raining, it is cloudy and foggy. There is no sun or heat to drive the slugs back into the earth. You can’t take one step without squishing two or three slugs.
The chickens knew that Leann was missing last night. I sat in the coop for a long time with them. Dolly flew into my lap immediately and cuddled into my arm. She hasn’t done that in a while. Patsy walked around and around the coop, calling and calling. Faith kept eyeing me and finally flew into my lap with Dolly. Faith is so timid that she never lets me even pick her up. She still wouldn’t let me pat her, but she wanted to be in my lap.
Maybe they missed Leann. Maybe they were comforting me. Maybe I’ll never know. But I miss Leann and I was comforted.