Well, i have seen many pages like this and decided to write one of my own! hope you like it! (warning, it will be very, very long.)
first, let me introduce the flock.
I have 13 chickens all of many different personalities and colors, shapes, and sizes.
In the past, I have had about five chickens die.
They all were and are wonderful.
Why don't we start with my skittish little pavlovskaya hen named Cookie.
One day, Cookie, along with the flock, was free ranging. They were in a safe little area full of neon green grass gently licking the breeze. There was a large bush, with many thorns inside. Cookie went a little too far from the flock.
She ventured into the bush, small enough that she could slip through the thorns. Every time I tried to coax her out, she went further in. I began to get freaked out, and reacted quickly, without thinking. I couldn't see or hear her any more. I was worried she was stuck in the thorns hurt, or possibly dying. I picked up the hose and blasted it into the bush for a reaction, or, incase she was hurting, to end her suffering. I got no reaction. I was devastated. I gave up. I walked into the house, saddened.
After a little while I went out again, to check on everything, and Cookie was munching on grass by a tree, out of the bush. I ran over to scoop her up and hug her. being skittish, she dashed into the bush again. A little while later, She came out again, and let me pick her up. Her little mohawk was dripping and the whole of her was soaked. I still regret using the hose, but I am happy I got my little Cookie back.
Now let's talk about a crested cream legbar hen named brownie.
I was walking out to the coop to feed my chickies their breakfast, and it had just rained. I found my water container for them leaking, and streaming into a small ditch to make a puddle. Brownie, was stuck in the puddle. She was struggling to get out. She was soaked in mud, and the water was up to her neck. I picked her up. When I set her down again, she limped. I was thinking she may have gotten something stuck in her foot.
I ran a little water over her feet, and she was as good as new.
Next is a curious, spunky, fun buff orpington hen named Lowey Ginger. (you may not believe this story, but i can assure you, it really did happen.)
The flock was free ranging, (as usual) and it was about 5:00pm. I was in the coop feeding my favorite polish rooster, Hats, when I heard a crazy screeching going on. I looked to my left, outside of the coop, where the flock was free ranging. There was a bobcat on top of my precious Lowey. I was surprised, as it was still light out. I ran from the coop, picked up a rock, and chucked it at the bobcat. The rock hit it in the head. It barely noticed, vicious towards it's prey. So I ran at it. Yes, I ran at it. After a few moments it noticed me, and ran away. Lowey was screeching and bouncing everywhere. I ran to her, trying to pick her up. She bounced into a rose bush. I shoved the thorns aside and dove in after her. I almost felt invincible. I couldn't feel anything other then Adrenaline rushing through my veins. I found her deep in the rosebush, trying to free her foot which had been snagged. Her neck was broken, and there was a hole of missing skin in her back. I could see her lung. It seemed that the bobcat had just broken through her skin when I got to her. I freed her foot and carried her back up to the house. She was gasping for breath, dying. I sat down, in tears, still clutching her to my chest, and watched her spirit slip away.
R.I.P Lowey Ginger.
The Flock Now-
(Some of these I did not mention)
~Thanks for reading everyone! I know it was really long, and really dramatic. sorry about that.