No sign of the chickens except for one pile of feathers that looks like an air attack- hawk, owl?
Perhaps the rest of them freaked and ran off into the woods.
They come, they go.
You can't give your heart to a chicken and not expect it to get broken.
Beyond that, I don't feel much like talking about anything. I'm trying to remember to be compassionate. I am trying to remember that all humans, myself most definitely included, are flawed. I am not a Buddhist and I don't even try to be one but I am trying to remember that compassion is something I would wish for myself and so I too, must try to be compassionate.
I'm not doing very good at it.
It's threatening to storm again. So strange how this is the wettest summer here in forever and so dry everywhere else.
Well, you take what you get and you do the best with it you can, I suppose. You remember to be grateful for the blessings you receive.
Let it be.