- Jun 3, 2008
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So I have at long last had my first chicken mortality, other than a little chick who came defective (poor Beatrix). Henrietta, one of my original five easter eggers, has passed on to chicken heaven. She was extremely fluffy and had a huge beard and a very small pea comb, and laid eggs that were a lovely shade of green. She was a good girl, quiet, kept to herself mostly. She was on the bottom rung of the chicken social ladder, but it seemed to be more by choice than anything. From the time she was only a week or two old, she started sleeping separately from everyone else. No one picked on her that I ever saw, in fact sometimes one or two of the others would go and sleep with her, but she never sought their company. As an adult she slept on the opposite end of the roost from everyone as well. I would give her treats on the side, since she would hang back from the crowd at treat time. Sometimes she would fly up and sit on my shoulder for a couple minutes. She always seemed a little morose however, and recently she seemed even more so. I thought it might be because she was molting, but she was just finishing up when she seemed to become even more off. I found her standing in a nest box kind of fluffed up. I thought I would bring her in where it was warmer and I could keep an eye on her if she was still like that the next day. But the next day she was dead
So I dug a hole in the rain and buried her
Here is a not so great picture of her from last summer:
And here she is as a week or so old chick:
Here is a not so great picture of her from last summer:
And here she is as a week or so old chick:
