Nov 24 – I took this picture in the morning.  My lovely Splash Orpington boy, coming into his own.  He would fly up to sit on my shoulders some mornings, if I was slow handing out the scratch.  Sadly, later this very afternoon, hours after this picture, I came out to find a hawk in the yard and my boy was his victim.  I had thought him safe from the hawks due to his size, but that turned out not to be the case.  Just the day before I had been discussing with a friend how the hawks go after the light-colored chickens and was proven correct.  I hadn’t cried about a chicken since I had to give Avery away, but I cried for this one.  This one had a spot in my heart – probably due to being hatched by me.  He was my baby