Fresh Chicken.
One minute Ferruccio is grilling up some fresh chicken. I ask him if it is from his chicken coop up on the hill. He grins and nods.
The next minute he is showing Maddy some 5-day-old pulcini that are being kept in a box in his kitchen now for warmth. I ask if they will soon be brought up to the coop up in the hills. He grins and nods. Yes, they were born of hens up in that coop.
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Mystery solved: you have a cock crowing across from your window, that's why you post at daybreak:)!
That's a pretty clear image of the circle of life! Was she upset by it? Growing up in the country gave me a different perspective than some of my friends who never saw birth and death up close. Hard to resist the cuteness of a fluffy yellow chick, isn't it?
Don´t think about it...
You know, I explained it to her at that moment, & she didn't respond in any way. I let it go. A few days later I was describing the experience to her dad while in the car, and she proudly piped in : We eat those kitchens [chickens] when they get big. She then politely continued on with her business. I'm pretty sure she understands & is quite alright with it.
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