Brokenhearted

Brokenhearted. Not the blip I wanted to post. I checked on the baby chicks & no movement. I assumed they were sleeping as it was early, so I carried on as normal in the garden.

As I moved some tree trunks I noticed flies hovering on the floor. I looked closer and sadly there was a lifeless baby chick.

I grabbed a ladder and had a feel around in the nest. It was empty. My heart sank. I noticed the bird nest box was knocked sidewards. Something big must have swooped in. We buried the chick in our greenhouse and had a little service, prayer and played All Things Bright and Beautiful.

I’m broken-hearted.