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Chicken down
I'm down here in Eugene to give a presentation at the Oregon Criminal Defense Lawyers' Association Spring continuing legal education seminar. Things are going fine in general. But this morning D called to say that our best-laying hen, Mabel, had died during the night of an unknown illness. It's hard to be away from the family with that news, but I have to focus and give my talk. WD is too young to understand death even a little, but D and I are sad.
Update -- my dad, who recently retired to Portland (worth several posts in itself) is there taking care of WD so D can get some rest (both D and WD have a cold, and it's hitting D harder, which is normal, unfortunately), and he wins massive grandfather points for burying Mabel. D explained it to WD in an age-appropriate way. She said that the chicken's spirit had flown away and that burying the chicken's body was like planting a seed and it would make the laurel trees grow better (WD is really into gardening). I wish I could have been there, though.
Update -- my dad, who recently retired to Portland (worth several posts in itself) is there taking care of WD so D can get some rest (both D and WD have a cold, and it's hitting D harder, which is normal, unfortunately), and he wins massive grandfather points for burying Mabel. D explained it to WD in an age-appropriate way. She said that the chicken's spirit had flown away and that burying the chicken's body was like planting a seed and it would make the laurel trees grow better (WD is really into gardening). I wish I could have been there, though.
