Little Tragedies

Last April, when I received my six little chicks in a Blue Bell Ice Cream container, each one popped out in their own special way. Ducky was named Ducky because she immediately put her feet in the water dish and opened her beak and peeped and looked around as if saying,"Hey everybody, look at me!" and splashed around. I loved all from the start but Ducky stood out as a special chickie. She greeted everyone who came into my yard, She let Karen pick her up and hug her, she cooed on my lap, Ducky was my favorite, she had a lot of personality.

The weather changed but it was too late, the heat had already taken it's toll. Last week I had a nightmare and it was that this had happened. For a week I have been extra vigilant with them and trying to prepare myself. When it comes to my pets, it seems the news of their exit in announced in a dream the week before. This happened with Ollie and Sammy and this time I knew better than to shrug it off as just a bad dream or thought, though I still hoped it would be. I knew it would be Ducky and I knew it would hurt. Anytime you fall in love with a little creature, it's a tiny tragedy looming in your future but I can never stop myself.