The heat wave that broke yesterday was very tough on my girls. Even though we brought them in a few at a time - those that were stressing too bad - we lost many. One hurt a lot. Her name was Sande. I'd like to tell you about her.
Sande was named after my cousin who died recently. She was 1 year old Wheaten and made herself stick out amongst the crowd in many ways. She would always run interference for me between our head rooster and me. She layed a consistently large, dark blue toned and vibrant egg that was unusually shaped - long and less oval than a regular egg. Her eggs were always fertile and always hatched hens. She like to ride on your forearm and would jump up there even if the arm was straight or carrying something. She knew her name.
I had been out earlier and saw she was stressing in the small ark roosting area but decided to leave her be as there were 2 other hens in that ark on the ground and I could not pull it without risking them. I knew she was trying to lay and I loved her eggs. My husband was busy so I decided not to bother him and told myself I was just being a nervous nelly - she's laying and she will be fine. I went to my chores and returned a few hours later with my husband to move the ark to a shady spot. When I looked in to gather the unique egg I'm sure she layed, she was still in the box - dead. I wish I had brought her in..
We lost so many - silly to be crying for days over 1 silly bird.......
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