Dreammaker
Songster
Folks... It's with much sadness that I announce the death of my chicken. The first one to die. She was a Lt. Brahma named Nellie. I suspect she had a heart attack, maybe brought about the heat, which she always hated. She'd been having off and on thin shells too, so I think she just had some vulnerabilities overall. She made it to just over 2 years old.
I'm 32 weeks pregnant and faced with the horrendously sad and gruesome task of burying her in 90 degree heat while somehow watching after 3 young kids on a day my husband is stuck in the office an hour away by train. My dad is coming over to help. I feel just awful. I feel guilty, sad, annoyed, just exhausted. I knew this was a reality, but it just sucks.
Sorry, Nellie. You were a good lady and had a great life while it lasted. I'll always remember how heavy you were compared to your flock mates. How you stood on the feeder to greet me each day. Rest easy, girl.
I'm 32 weeks pregnant and faced with the horrendously sad and gruesome task of burying her in 90 degree heat while somehow watching after 3 young kids on a day my husband is stuck in the office an hour away by train. My dad is coming over to help. I feel just awful. I feel guilty, sad, annoyed, just exhausted. I knew this was a reality, but it just sucks.
Sorry, Nellie. You were a good lady and had a great life while it lasted. I'll always remember how heavy you were compared to your flock mates. How you stood on the feeder to greet me each day. Rest easy, girl.