I am so sorry for your loss. And just because you know the risk of free ranging is no reason not to let yourself cry. Holding in your pain can make it even harder to get over.This, I don't know why, is quite hard for me to post.
I brought 12 eggs home, and put them in the incubator. I already had my two chicks and Pastel turned out to be a rooster. Splotch was my pullet.
Only three eggs hatched. One pipped but got stuck and died before even zipping.
There was a stunning cute cream one, and red chick, and a "chipmunk " looking chick. The chipmunk chick was so cute. I don't know why, but I came up with the name Basil.
He turned out to be a rooster, which was frustrating.
For the first few months, he was sweet. He would climb up on my lap and cuddle with me.
I went to grab him one day, and he attacked me.
This repeated day after day.
Eventually, I gave him to my Post Office Lady, who I love.
He was now a free ranging chicken, and he was sweet again.
My mom told me yesterday that Basil disappeared. I was bummed out.
I remember when he was a tiny little chick, and when he grew.
Basil was the most gorgeous chicken I have ever met.
He was red, with long, curly green tail feathers, and some random green feathers on his body and neck.
He had a cute beard, and some half waddles
RIP Basil, Fly high buddy!!
Sadly I don't have any pictures of him on this phone. I will try to have my mom send me some pictures.
This hit me slightly harder than I thought. I refuse to cry though, because this is the risk with free ranging. That's why I can't let my five free range, I am so scared to lose them.
If I lose them, I will immediately go to, "Its all your fault, Pastel."
Edit: The two other chicks are Bolt and BBQ. I apologized to them for about half and hour. They were very close with him. They changed a lot when I gave him away.
I'm sorry, Bolt and BBQ.

I almost stepped on Martina, I was doing a headcount of the kiddos outside and stepped back inside the doorway and she scooted under my feet - she earned herself some swearing words, need to really watch out now, they are very bold and getting everywhere.
And they are not afraid of things, I was using the round saw yesterday cutting some planks and they were right under foot! I finally got fed up with chasing them away and put them in the hen house to dig in the shavings. That wasn't as fun as watching the Hooman cut planks though apparently!
Certain dogs of mine pile up on me no matter what I am doing so when I am running power equipment I put everyone back in the kennel for their safety and mine.
Even as adults mine love to get underfoot.I have the same problem with the horses, they want to see what I am doing - even running the saw they are right there inspecting my work - I feel like I should give them safety goggles to protect from the flying shavings hahahahaha!
The chickens though really surprise me, I would have figured they would be terrified of all that loud noise, but nope they really seem to enjoy watching me slave and slug for them![]()
Boo (our late horse) was the definition of bomb-proof. We took shotguns out in the pasture once to shoot at some dove. Made sure he was behind us near his stall before we shot. Went to turn around and damn near got knocked down. He had walked up behind me and I swear he was about to put his head over my shoulder to see what I was doing.


