Tonight I found Ginsberg, dead in the chicken coop. Just now I am starting to put together the pieces. Last night I heard some squawking, but I didn’t pay it any mind. I should have because Ruth, Bader, and Ginsberg are pretty quiet. They only make noise when they are laying eggs, and they have not laid any for some time.

I feel bad about this. I have not been attentive to them or to any of the other animals as I need to be. I hope this situation soon changes.

Ginsberg was one of three. The three birds were inseparable. My friend Heather gave all three to me; this was in 2017. This makes them eight years old. Ginsberg was (at least in my estimation) still pretty young.

I do feel a sense of loss. The animals here, all of them, are loved and cared about. Well, the three have been getting their share of kitchen scraps, and this I feel good about.

The other two were up on their perch looking down when I came across her. I didn’t look too closely at her. I have a hard time handling dead animals, so Pete buried her in the compost, behind the hoop house. Ranger is also there. Ranger did know her.

Maybe its because I am tired – I can’t remember the name of the two white hens who were here when Ruth, Bader, and Ginsberg arrived. Not good, to blank out on animal names like this.

I prefer animals in groups of three. Right now we have three horses, so we are okay here. We have two dogs, could use another one. Now we have two chickens, and could use another one. And we have two goats and could use another one. I wonder how Ruth and Bader will take to another chicken. This may not come to be.

Pete told me at dinner that Ginsberg had been left for dead for a while. This is what makes me feel real bad. I am too busy for my own good. I need to be less busy.

It was a good enough day though. I got to the barn early and put packets together. It was overcast. The red gate opened at 11 a.m. The people began walking past on the sidewalk, many of them pushing strollers. And numerous people, right away, came in to see what was going on. I didn’t have any assistance at this point in time, so I talked with these individuals, and I gave out the packets that I had put together.

I also went outside and passed out bookmarks and books. Liz, one of the volunteers, also did this. We both wore our sandwich boards and hats.

The high point of the day was when Logan the videographer appeared and did an interview with me. He said he’d get this to us tomorrow and we’d be able to do with it what we wished.

So we keep getting the word out there.

By the way, Ginsberg is survived by Ruth and Bader. Everything should be so simple.

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