Thank you, everyone, for your kind words about Ethel. I know it may seem silly to some to be sad about the passing of a chicken. But pet owners understand – a pet is a pet.
I’ve had literally dozens of pets in my life – so many, I’m not sure I could count them all – and damn if they haven’t all died eventually. It never gets any easier. And yet, I keep getting more.
Sometimes I daydream about what it must be like to be pet-less. To never have to look around your home wondering what container best suits the task of carrying a dead chicken to the vet’s office for cremation. The Amazon.com box? Too small. The printer box? Too big.
For one terrible moment I was afraid I might be reduced to using a festive glossy gift bag printed with balloons and glitter, emblazoned with the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” in fire engine red, four inch-high letters.
Luckily I found a nice sedate sage green paper shopping bag, from a yarn store which has since gone out of business.
But the world keeps on turning, and spring is here, and the frogs are back.
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The frogs sound soothing and woodsy now. Within a few weeks their chorus will grow deafening, and I will have to resort to covering my head with a pillow until they go to sleep around midnight.