Virginia Rose Steen

I've been thinking about the chickens in Wyoming who mysteriously stopped laying eggs. This was when I met Virginia, who was in problem-solving mode. She e-mailed Marjorie, who e-mailed me because I grew up in Iowa and she thought I might know about chickens. Well, I don't, but I'm a librarian so I found the answer (on Google!) and e-mailed Virginia who then turned on the lights in the chickenhouse. The chickens resumed laying eggs. I cherish this story and this little memory of one who is so...

Our best wishes and deep sympathy for the Rose family and friends as you face this continued loss.