Miss Jane Marple was the 3rd chicken I've lost since Sept. -- the first of the older girls. I cried more initially over the pullets the dog next door killed, but this one is getting me down a lot more. It's like the thing I've counted on for encouragement (my funny girls) is being taken away. No, I'm not really obsessed with them; they just have given me joy over the last couple weeks after the loss of my high-school BFF. You all are the only folks who'll understand.
I can tell you it doesn't get easier... I'm down to one bird and when she goes, I'll be a mess. Take your time to grieve for your girls...make a memorial box with feathers of theirs so that you can remember them in better times. Hugs, Frankenchick.
Quote:I had a big White Leghorn x Barred Rock roo who lived for seven or eight years before he passed away. I got him when I was in elementary school, and I was soooo attached to him. He was incredibly friendly. When he died, I was just starting college. I found one of his big white sickle feathers in the coop, and I washed it up and put it in my Bible. It may sound sort of funny to some people, but it made me feel a lot better just to have something as a reminder of my beloved pet. Maybe doing something like what SpottedCrow suggested will help you. Hang in there...
Oh, I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend and your chicken. You feel how you feel. It's not silly or wrong, or even right. It's just how you feel. Beaming love your way.
