PJ came in from feeding the sheep this morning with some sad, unexpected news.
”Four of the geese are dead,” he told me. What? How?!
I know that death is a natural part of life and a big part of farm life, and I know this is nothing compared to what will inevitably come once we start adding more and more animals. But I’m an emotional and somewhat sensitive person (and in other news: water is wet 😂) so things like this hit me hard. I’m going to have to toughen up and I know it, but for right now I just want to say that I feel sad that 4 of our poor geese are dead. Because it is sad.
We’re still trying to figure out what happened, but we know at least they weren’t attacked, and we know that our precious baby Pumpknot wasn’t one of the ones that died. We love that little guy so much and I will be absolutely devastated when he dies (which hopefully isn’t for a very long time).
Farm life. I’m so not good at goodbyes.