| 14 December 2024 0955 Hours | Family, Behavior, Communication, Farming, Grandson, Psychology |
The murder of my two lovely hens by a dog(?) Does not at all equal my sadness By not being able to just plain Talk with you and with your son. Strange, I could talk with my two hens, Even verbally, urging them into their shelter at night. So, finally, I could talk with two sweet birds, But not with a 'bird' who is human.