A Gentle Apology
Miss Dottie set down her pruning shears and knelt to meet Junie’s gaze. Her eyes, usually twinkling with mischief, were somber. “Honey,” she said softly, “I never meant to scare you. Clove isn’t going anywhere. I was just talking about how she’s getting old and grumpy—like me.” She chuckled, yet her voice carried a hint of deeper emotion, a touch of regret perhaps.
Junie clutched Clove tightly, stroking the hen’s speckled feathers. “But you said…” she began, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Miss Dottie smiled reassuringly. “Sometimes adults say things they don’t mean,” she explained gently. “I had a rough day, and I took it out on Clove. I’m sorry if I frightened you.” Junie’s tension eased, though she still held on to her feathered friend. “Promise?” she asked.
Dottie placed her hand over her heart. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a feather in my pie,” she said with a wink—a nursery rhyme that soothed Junie’s worries.
Learning About Loss
As the sun warmed our backs, I realized this small misunderstanding opened a door to something bigger. Junie had been grappling with loss, trying to understand her grandfather’s passing. She couldn’t bear another goodbye, especially not with a friend as beloved as Clove.
I crouched beside her. “You know, caring for Clove shows how much you love her. Maybe we can help Miss Dottie, so Clove has lots of good days.” Junie’s eyes lit up, and her worry melted away.
Miss Dottie nodded, grateful. “I’d love that. Clove could use some extra attention and love.”
A New Role
From that day, Junie became Clove’s unofficial guardian. Every afternoon, she brought treats: corn, grains, and sometimes strawberries from our garden. She refilled Clove’s water, fluffed her bedding, and read stories from picture books, convinced the hen understood every word.
Miss Dottie became an ally in guiding Junie through her tender emotions. She shared childhood stories, explained the cycles of life in the garden, and taught Junie the value of cherishing time—whether with people or with a plucky hen like Clove.
Growing Understanding
As seasons changed, Junie’s understanding grew. She learned that goodbyes are inevitable, but love and memories endure. In our little neighborhood, under the watchful eye of her feathered confidante, Junie discovered that holding on sometimes means letting go—and that love is often found in quiet, everyday moments that weave the fabric of our lives.
