Well, when I said in a previous post that "the death of the jackrabbit was preparing me for many more to come" I couldn't be more right.
This morning, in like 10 minutes we lose a Warren.
I started to cry when I heard the news, good for me, I didn't see her, husband did.
I am very worried, how will I manage the first death I will have to manage myself?
I just can't deal right with death.
We put the hen in a bag and buried her in the cemetery along the rabbit.
I am very sad.
Goodbye little hen, thanks for the eggs and the laugh.
(Warrens are really funny).