Late last year when I visited my in-laws farm, I met the Littlest Rooster. He had come from the neighbors and adopted my in-laws chickens as his own. He strutted around and was so cute, he was just a perfect miniature version of a Rooster.
This past week, since my husbands passing I have come back to the farm. There was the littlest Rooster still strutting his stuff all over the farm. I love watching him cruise around cus he was so tiny, although he didn’t know it. For the first few days I would watch the little guy running around the yard with all the hens, in sheer delight.
On my 3rd morning I learned a fox visited the hen house and the Littlest Rooster was no place to be found. I was overcome with sadness and reminded, we really only have today.
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