Another of Hannah's chickens passed away recently, this one named "Carol." Peter and I can't tell the chickens apart, but Hannah has got them all figured out, apparently by the markings on their wings and necks. She spends quite a bit of time each day talking to them, urging them to get better, take a drink, eat some food, stop pecking each other, or whatever she thinks would help the most at the moment.
At Carol's death, Hannah recited her own Eulogy for a Chicken, which went something like this:
Carol the Chicken,
Was a good chicken.
We loved her,
And she gave us eggs.
Carol the Chicken,
Was a good chicken.
She was kind to the other chickens,
And was my friend.
Carol the Chicken -
Died today and I am sad.
Carol the Chicken,
The dead chicken.
If a 5 year old could write poetry, this would be it.
3 comments:
Hannah is fall-on-the-floor funny most of the time. I love stories about your kids.
Belated congratulations on expecting #4!
-- SJ
granny-carol is very sorry that chicken-carol died...esp. since she gave you such tasty eggs.
Keep composing Hannah Joy...you are our treasure...
Many hugs,
My kids just enjoyed Hannah's eulogy (as suggested by your Christmas card). :) Merry Christmas!!
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