No matter how determined you are to stay unattached to livestock, there always seems to be one that captures your heart. That one in my flock of hens was Henny Penny. I said I wasn't going to name any of the standard hens because we might eat them some day. But then one hen started to come running every time I was in sight. She would nuzzle my legs. She just had more personality than the others. Before I had even realized it, I had given her a name. The flock won't be the same without her. I found her dead in the coop this afternoon. It appears that she was egg bound. She never showed any signs of being ill, so I hope that means that she went quickly without much pain or suffering.
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I remember when I was a kid we had a chicken like that. Her name was Ruby. She would even fly up and sit on our shoulder. Who said a chicken couldnt have a personality?!!
I am sorry you lost your chicken, Heidi.
I'm sorry, Heidi! I was so excited to see a new post from you, then the excitement left me........
On a brighter note, tho, how is your hatching coming?
Christa, thanks. I think I've heard about Ruby before. :o)
Cindy- I promise to do a happier post soon. The hatching hasn't started yet. Hubby asked me to wait a bit before we deal with chicks in the house again. He wants it warmer so they don't need to be inside as long.
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