It has been a short while since we had our beloved pony Daisy euthanized and about that same time since we discovered nine little day old chicks had hatched out on top of the egg fridge outside. Our oldest daughter noted the going out and coming in aspect of life; the revolving door from which all of us emerge eventually, onto the other side.
It was a sad day but Daisy was almost thirty years old and it was simply her time to go. I had dreaded this day not only for the loss of our daughter's first animal friend but for the hole it would create in the life of Sinbad, our young Arab gelding who has lived with Daisy most of his life. Horses can become quite herd bound and adjusting to change can be hard. Was it serendipity or something else that granted Sinbad a new pasture to graze with a sweet little pony named Candy in the adjoining meadow, just on the weekend that Daisy left us.... Thanks to some lovely neighbours our Sinbad has adjusted nicely.
Meanwhile the nine tiny balls of fluff have become eight little birds with noticeable wing feathers. We have no idea what happened to the ninth; predators abound on the farm, especially for little ones like these. We are so blessed to have the opportunity to witness both the miracle of birth and the inevitability of death. The first is a gift, the second, a certainty. Knowledge of both helps us to grow wise and strong.
It was a sad day but Daisy was almost thirty years old and it was simply her time to go. I had dreaded this day not only for the loss of our daughter's first animal friend but for the hole it would create in the life of Sinbad, our young Arab gelding who has lived with Daisy most of his life. Horses can become quite herd bound and adjusting to change can be hard. Was it serendipity or something else that granted Sinbad a new pasture to graze with a sweet little pony named Candy in the adjoining meadow, just on the weekend that Daisy left us.... Thanks to some lovely neighbours our Sinbad has adjusted nicely.
Meanwhile the nine tiny balls of fluff have become eight little birds with noticeable wing feathers. We have no idea what happened to the ninth; predators abound on the farm, especially for little ones like these. We are so blessed to have the opportunity to witness both the miracle of birth and the inevitability of death. The first is a gift, the second, a certainty. Knowledge of both helps us to grow wise and strong.
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