One year ago today, I posted this story on my blog. This was the story of the Unicorn and the first death of a chicken here and how King Ranch refused to let one of his own die in vain. It poured and it broke our hearts.
This morning, I decided to wander over to the spot beneath the rosebushes to pay my respects. I found this:
Black Chicken is alive. She lives in her blooms.
Across the yard, White Rooster crowed on the fence. I don’t think he’s forgotten. Neither have we.