mistakes were made

I remember standing in the middle of the back field. Being raised in the city I had never known so much land.  I can almost put myself back through time 6 years in the past when this 'farm' was an idea by accident. That first summer we took on a flock of trial birds a few used chickens, a hatch of our own, a lone turkey, and an ancient pair of a rooster and his hen.  How I know she was his was when she died he died too.  

And Herk, the baby turkey meant to be feed, fattened, and harvested but instead a then 16-ish year old Alexis alone for the weekend on the farm took the crying rejected from the other chicks into bed with her and a pet was born.  She had out lived her many boyfriends, Thanksgiving, Christmas, When-The-Hell-Ever, and Goliath.

And although she is still limping around the yard her fate has been sealed it is just a matter of time now for BC to find the heart to free her from earthy pain. Beach's suggestion last week to have Big Tom do it for BC was the final humane nail in the birds coffin. So we wait and treat her extra nice knowing without doubt it is long past time to let her go.