06/12/2025
This morning I’m feeling a little tender.
One of my favourite girls, Cinnamon, passed away in her sleep last night.
She was a Rhode Island Red… chosen years ago because my grandma used to tell me stories about the ones she raised when she was a girl. From the moment Cinnamon arrived as a tiny day-old chick under a heat lamp in our kitchen, she felt like part of the family. She was always the first one to step forward, curious, gentle, and just brave enough to let me scoop her up for a cuddle.
She laid her last egg about nine months ago after a long pause, and I still remember how surprised and delighted I was. She was a good little layer all her life… and such a soft, steady presence in the yard.
We’re down to just Olive and Roger now, the last of the old flock. I’m not sure if we’ll have more one day, but today I’m just honouring this lovely girl and giving her a peaceful resting place in the garden.
Feeling a bit melancholy after these past heavy weeks, and letting myself be slow today.
Goodbye, sweet Cinnamon. You really were a gentle little soul 😞🤍