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Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Dead Chickens

My chickens were all killed on Friday night, sometime.  I was unable to close the door on their coop because J had an emergency and needed me to process it with,  and to watch the kids while he processed it.

Dead chickens.

I would do it again, if the kids needed me there, and even if J did. Supporting him is something I have done for most of my life, it feels.They needed an adult there to be consistent and safe. I slept on the couch.


But my chickens died for it, and in that, I see something.  Doesn't everyone?


4 comments:

Noel said...

I'm so sorry, Kate. It seems like when you're doing the right thing by someone, the universe shouldn't zap you. But it often happens that way. I can't understand this and it makes me angry. I get dramatic and have been known to actually cry out" Eli, Eli, Lama Sabachthani" which is way over the top, but I feel justified at the time. Mostly I fall back on Gimi's "It is what it is" which is true. And while I don't like it, the fact that it is true gives me a weird shred of comfort. Sending you a big hug.

Kate Bowie said...

thanks noel. the cry, the lament... so many things.. love to you and yours. pinch helen's cheek for me and tell her i MEANT to be annoying... :) love love love.

D&d said...

I am so sorry Kate. This has been such a trial for you and I have been sending my love and good thoughts and prayers to you as you go through your journey. This seems a terrible unintended bloody consequence that does sort of put the whole business of love and sacrifice into full relief. So sorry for your losses.

Kate Bowie said...

OH, D. Thanks for your lovely comment. deep and rich. It is all in full relief. deep and rich. love and sacrifice.