She was a survivor, a trooper, and one of the happiest characters I have ever met.
Pigeon endured some hard times, just as we all do.
Those hard times ended the day we met.
She healed, she blossomed,
She thrived. She was a treasure. A comical, half-blind, enthusiastic hen. She became the flock leader and she ruled with a warm and compassionate heart.
Today, the day after Pigeon's passing, we have no sorrow in the coop. While Pigeon was ill, Lucy and the gals paid their respects, treated her with kindness, and prepared for change.
Today Lucy and Lil'White and Daisy carry a bit of Pigeon's warmth with them as they joyfully trample my young garden in search of slimy and crunchy treats.
The sun is shining and the breeze is soft.
And it's okay to pause and cry, because pain and loss happen.
But still, today is a beautiful day.