Sadly, but not unexpected, Fanny has died. The last of my 3 original Golden Girls. She was old, and had enjoyed lots of sunshiney days. She no longer laid eggs, but was nonetheless a very special hen, and forever member of the Blessed and Highly Favored Flock of Whisper Hill.
That’s her, a few days ago, on my front porch. They came calling for seeds, lol. (The golden chicken front and center, with her friends, Sundae, and Big Tex.)
The rooster, Harry, that was raised with her, a bantam Cochin cross (rear left in the pic) stayed by her side until we removed her for disposal.
Some of my most treasured friends are chickens. Fanny was one of them.
That’s her, a few days ago, on my front porch. They came calling for seeds, lol. (The golden chicken front and center, with her friends, Sundae, and Big Tex.)
The rooster, Harry, that was raised with her, a bantam Cochin cross (rear left in the pic) stayed by her side until we removed her for disposal.
Some of my most treasured friends are chickens. Fanny was one of them.