I seem to have lost my words, but I want to tell a short sweet story, so I hope this ends up making sense.
The two tiniest hens sleep in the barn loft at night, usually quite high up. Tonight (it just looks bright out back because I was metering off Woody in the dark-ish barn) the two hens hopped up on the cross gate together. The light blond chicken immediately flew straight up to the loft.
The blond and gray chicken danced around, looked up, walked to and fro, looked up, turned around, looked up, flapped her wings, walked to and fro looking up...and Woody walked over and stood next to her, exactly the way the sheep used to with the Sheep Chicken.
We are all still here, trying to take care of each other.
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