Living on a farm , you experience the cycle of life on a daily basis. You know that life is born and evidentially it dies. We learn this in our earliest experience with animals. It is a known fact from your earliest childhood, if you are born, you will one day die. Yet, when something young dies, you feel your heart shatter. Young humans and animals are suppose to grow up and grow old before their lives end. Today, we had our first death on the farm. A chick lost its very young life. As I held it's very limp, fragile body in my hands, I wondered what I could have done to prevent this. I begin to question my very new skills of animal care. Did I somehow cause the death of this baby?