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Today is a happy and sad day for us over at the chicken run.
One year ago three of my four little white leghorn pullets, barely four weeks old, were killed in the middle of the night by a racoon. Clumps of little white feathers were scattered all over the yard. R.I.P, Hedwig, sweet little girl, Ava, and Sprite.
One little girl lived. In the midst of the feathers and blood was my remaining white leghorn pullet, Sage. She had only a small scratch on her face. I only recognized her by the little orange pipe cleaner I had wrapped around her ankle only the day before. I don't understand why she lived, but she's definitally a fighter; and is now a full grown healthy, and happy hen. Your sisters are watching over you in chicky heaven, Sage.
On a happier note it's my pretty little black star hens birthday. Her name is Buckbeak, and she's a great little pet. We got her when she was about three weeks, for a companion for Sage. We only realized later that she was born on the exact same day that Sage's sisters died. Your a great little hen, Buckbeak! I hope you enjoy your birthday lettuce
And of course it's also your birthday, Asha. I hope you have a great day down at the farm you now live at! We miss your big double yolkers, but certaintly not your obnoxious crows. Asha is Buckbeaks sister- we had her until about a month ago, when she started crowing exactly like a rooster. Yes, we were positive she was a hen. We gave her to somebody we know. However, a week later they gave her to one of their freinds- apparentally she was too loud for them too Apparentally her new place is on a big farm, where she lives right next to the railroad tracks. Crow your heart out in the country, Girl!
Hedwig
One year ago three of my four little white leghorn pullets, barely four weeks old, were killed in the middle of the night by a racoon. Clumps of little white feathers were scattered all over the yard. R.I.P, Hedwig, sweet little girl, Ava, and Sprite.
One little girl lived. In the midst of the feathers and blood was my remaining white leghorn pullet, Sage. She had only a small scratch on her face. I only recognized her by the little orange pipe cleaner I had wrapped around her ankle only the day before. I don't understand why she lived, but she's definitally a fighter; and is now a full grown healthy, and happy hen. Your sisters are watching over you in chicky heaven, Sage.
On a happier note it's my pretty little black star hens birthday. Her name is Buckbeak, and she's a great little pet. We got her when she was about three weeks, for a companion for Sage. We only realized later that she was born on the exact same day that Sage's sisters died. Your a great little hen, Buckbeak! I hope you enjoy your birthday lettuce
And of course it's also your birthday, Asha. I hope you have a great day down at the farm you now live at! We miss your big double yolkers, but certaintly not your obnoxious crows
. Asha is Buckbeaks sister- we had her until about a month ago, when she started crowing exactly like a rooster. Yes, we were positive she was a hen. We gave her to somebody we know. However, a week later they gave her to one of their freinds- apparentally she was too loud for them too Apparentally her new place is on a big farm, where she lives right next to the railroad tracks. Crow your heart out in the country, Girl!Hedwig
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