Farewell, Clove

This is my sweet chicken Clove. She lived with me for over four years. Crazy for cheese was she and, when she came running across the yard, she always made me think of Chicken Little because she looked like the sky was falling down. She and her sisters were the reason I got out of bed for the better part of a year and the inspiration for my phone-free Morning Meditations with Chickens in the summertime. One day she was foraging happily in the yard and the next I found her mysteriously ill. I held her in my lap until just before she died. On the very day the bees brought me magic, Clovie went on ahead. Thank you for helping to mend my heart, Clove, even if it means it’s a little weepy now. A little more stardust to swirl about me. ✨💖