chickens
When thunder claps and the coop door fails, two feathered friends are gone
Oh, that thunderstorm really did a number on your heart, didn't it? When the coop door fails and the claps of thunder send everyone scattering, it's a special kind of fowl play from Mother Nature. I'm so sorry for your loss, it's absolutely gutting to wake up to an eerily quiet garden and find your feathered friends gone. You get so used to seeing them from your window, petting them, that their absence leaves a void that feels impossibly big. It's a pain that's both ridiculous and completely valid. For anyone who's ever had a chicken steal their heart, reading "Dolly left the coop yesterday, and our hearts feel strangely egg-shaped" might hit just the right note of shared sorrow.