And Then There Were None...

Dear Friends,

It is a with a heavy heart that I write to let you know that we lost all seven of our hens to a predator just over a week ago. It was so unexpected and quite traumatic. Needless to say, our hearts were broken. With each passing day, we begin to build a routine that no longer includes gathering eggs, walking in the yard without tripping over them, giving them treats, etc.

Those hens were a part of our family. Losing them hurt.

Adding insult to injury, we had to put our 11 year old black lab, Iris, down last Tuesday. She wasn't sick, but developed a ruptured spleen at some point on Tuesday and there was really nothing else we could do aside from prolonging her death by a few months and still that wasn't guaranteed. We sat with our sweet Iris, told her she was a "good girl" and gently rubbed her chin as she drifted away peacefully.

We have been so humbled by the outpouring of support from our family, friends and coworkers. So many were touched by Iris' sweet demeanor and "puppy dog" energy. Sometimes, with such unexpected loss comes a realization that we are blessed beyond measure - surrounded by love and life.

Death is a part of living and loving. It is not easy. Death reminds us to cherish every single moment we have...taking in all that is good and kind. So many times, in the busyness of living, we forget to slow down, to take it all in, to love, to laugh.

I challenge you all, my sweet TBAers, to...just for a moment...slow down, look around, love those around you, help someone, help yourselves. Know you are loved.

We have decided to take a year off from raising hens. Have no fear, Holly's Hens live and in my heart. Looking forward to sharing the joy of raising more feathered friends from chicks when the time comes.

Until then, we keep moving forward...loving our remaining two pups (Cooper and Ranger) and our two cats (Manny and Darby). Thanks to those of you who have
reached out and sent love and support.

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