A triple blow
Jo Barlow experienced three losses from her flock
extraordinaire. She had been unwell for a few weeks with a tumour and, sadly, Jason found it had grown, so we agreed that it was time. Ex-bats’ bodies undergo a great deal, having to lay intensively, and tumours are quite common, so it was with a mixture of grief for my darling girl and anger at a system that inflicts such horrors on hens that I took her body home to be cremated.
All of our girls are cremated in a customised recycled oil drum. All receive full honours at burial, wrapped in a shroud with seasonal flowers under their wings – in this case it was the very fitting forget-me-nots – and have gravestones with their names on.
Our girls are our family, so when they die we grieve for them as we would human family; their loss impacts on every aspect of our life. But, as with tragic events, the need to focus on new life, creativity and positivity after the grieving process is strong. Life indeed does go on, no matter how hard it is for those of us left behind. It has to. We still have nine precious lives depending on us to ensure they enjoy every moment in the sun. *A horrible week
When they die we grieve for them as we would human family
Jo’s chicken graveyard
Chick and Inca