We lost our first chick yesterday, most likely due to handling from Clara. She came out to get me, and the chick was just flopping around. I picked it up and it died in my arms. It's scary to think she could actually break its neck, but I guess it's not that unusual. I kept thinking Of Mice and Men.
Clara was very insistent that she was just petting it, and suddenly it opened its mouth and couldn't peep. Lee was just as insistent that Clara was holding it around the neck.
So, Lee went to get Laura Morgan, who came by and confirmed that yes, it really was dead (I have so little experience with anything dying that I wanted to be sure!), and we wrapped it in an old T-shirt, and buried it under our enkianthus. Denise, who was here planting our new shrubs, was a good sport about it all.
The kids named her "Clee" posthumously, and then made a little gravestone, with "Clee" on one side, and "CHCK" on the other.
Clara, of course, was over it pretty quickly, and Lee was upset for hours. But in the end, I think it's good that they experienced this.
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