A chick died this morning. One we hadn't noticed. One of two we hadn't noticed. I don't think either one of them stood much of a chance.
We buried them in green leaves and a kitsugi bowl.
Something about treating something like this with such reverence deepens the wound, it does it in a way that heightens feeling, it does it in a way that teaches and gives meaning too.
I think that making the very small large is much of our capacity for honest good as human beings.
Ben Falk called it a hydration event and he was something of a fan.
He believes that climate disasters have always happened and that their damage has more to do with human design failure than anything else.
He's probably not wrong. But we should still handle our friends and neighbors with the tenderness of baby chicks.