Not a good day for Fran. Not eating much. Trouble standing up. We put more ointment on her wounds, still deep, open and raw. She seemed disoriented, not as clear or strong as yesterday. How curious to be tending to a chicken as if she were a pet, when she could just as easily be dinner, and might yet be. What an interesting line it is between a pet and and an animal, an egg-laying machine. We can as easily see them one way as the other.

Had she not been attacked by the fox, been in our care, I might not ever have thought a thing about it. This is, I think the way animals can open us up, make us more human, yet perspective is everything.  Self-awareness is key for me. I don’t ever want to slip too far one way or the other.