Thursday, May 1, 2014

Drainpipe Has Died

I really do not know what to say. I went out to let everyone out yesterday and all was well at the Farm. An hour later in pouring rain I went out to check the birds simply because it was raining so hard and I wanted to know they were all ok. My hens do not like the rain one bit!! I found all my feathery friends huddled together in one large group which immediately rang alarm bells .... I had a feeling we had been visited by a fox.

Above all other clucks and hisses and cock-a-doodle-dos, I have always been able to hear Drainpipe - his 'tweet-tweet' sound that was his alone rang out above all other sounds and by simply listening I knew exactly where he was. I couldn't hear him and inside I cried.

I have always tried my hardest not to get too attached but I suppose it is in my make-up. Some people can ignore things and live without a care in the world, others like me dwell on things and have to save every living creature they ever come across in distress. I just think that when something has tried as hard to live as you have to save it then Nature deals a pretty cruel hand when She takes something away after all that.

I found him, so at least I had closure.

I will really miss him, that's all I have to say today


dirtycowgirl said...

Hi Leanne,

Well it's been so long since I even looked at Blogger, but it's late, I can't sleep and here I am - this post was top of my newsfeed.

So very sorry to read this, I remember his story from when we were both frequent bloggers.

The loss of a pet is always hard to take, if we love them, and it always came across how much you loved all your animals.

I do hope Dave is still doing well though.

Much love x

Fizz said...

Sweet dreams Drainpipe.

Simon Webster said...

My Grandparents owned Nunnery Farm from 1949 to 1982. We know a bit about it and have some photos of the original building and what became of it, if you are interested.