And so I draw this card in the evening of Saturday. After a horrible 24 hours, I’m not surprised that The Blasted Oak has come calling. It even jumped out of the deck as I was shuffling. And frankly, Wildwood, its influence can just go back to where it came from please, thanking you not so kindly!
You may wonder what on earth I’m talking about. Well, it’s quite simple really: We (husband and I, along with the children) keep chickens and in 36 hours, we’ve lost two of the wonderful birds we kept. One escaped and we lost her to a fox, the other one we lost due to ill-health and she passed away naturally on the vets table. Mrs Red’s loss on the vets table hurt more than Missy Pink escaping and being taken by an opportunistic fox. So, damn and blast, my world has been rocked
There are bound to be some silver linings to these strikes, but at the moment, I cannot see them all. One for sure, is that the husband and I are here together to deal with it: it is not something that he has to do alone next weekend when the TABI Conference happens.
So today, we’ve added to the foundations of the chicken run and increased security. At least, we hope we have! I understand nature can be cruel, decisive, which is why Missy Pink’s disappearance and finding her subsequent kill site didn’t upset me as much as Mrs Red just passing like a bolt from the blue. Though, to be fair, the wonderful hubby did warn me before that it might have to be euthanasia, I’m glad in a way that nature reclaimed one of her own in a more dignified way. Having written that realisation, I’m a bit more content with how The Blasted Oak has struck with me and mine today. All I can do now is give it time to heal and learn from the process of loss.