Sometimes the best pictures happen when you haven't got a camera. I was walking back from the polytunnel today with a handful of salad and a couple of peaches when I saw a curious procession. Bert led the way carrying a big spade. Behind him walked a very solemn Evie. Then came Ben, carrying a box containing a dead chicken whose head and neck (recently wrung) hung over the edge of the box. Lastly came Martha carrying a small pink spade and a bunch of flowers.
They were having a funeral for the hen while I prepared lunch.
Afterwards Martha took me to see the grave. Evie was reluctant to go as she thought it was 'too sad.' This time I brought a camera.
And if things continue in this vein I may have to change the name Nelly's Garden to The Blog of Death.
5 comments:
Those girls could make a fortune in the funeral business! Did they sing any hymns?
No...please don't
No hymns. Just flowers and brief solemnity.
The girls are just so stink'n cute. I had a hen funeral for one of my favorite hens. Wish I could have been there to see the one the girls did! Hugs
Martha will have funerals for fallen sparrows or any cute, dead creature.
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