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January 02, 2008


Aunt Suey

oh my gosh, that is so sad. I don't even know those chickens but love them from the stories and photos. Thank goodness you have Ruby to help take your minds off of it. Maybe I don't want to have chickens. Poor Parsley must be scared and lonely.


I feel so bad for Silas. He cared so much for his chickens. The photo of Silas and little SiSi just breaks your heart. Ruby really came at the right time and although she won't replace the chickens, she will help ease the sadness.


i am so sorry for your loss.

Michelle Shutty

Yes, it is very sad, but Silas doesn't seem too down about it. We've talked about how racoons have to eat, too, and that we should have built a better coop for them. Parsley has now been eaten, too, sadly, we are out of chickens.

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