She knew.She was never trivial. Everything she did was for a purpose. When she was a chick, she chose me at the feed store where I bought her.
She knew, even as a chick, that you were Her Person. You would love her, take care of her, and be there to help her live the best chicken life a girl could hope for. She put her head in your armpit to listen to your heart because she knew it was a good, kind, strong heart that would love her forever.
Fly high and free, beautiful lady Rocks-Anne. There are no hawks, just glorious sunshine and fresh air. And when you land, there are plenty of mealworms.

