My sweet, half-blind hen Lil'Bit is dead. Something killed her in the woods out behind the coop.
I'm heartbroken. I know it's not right, but I've always said a silent prayer that when something came to kill my chickens, Lil'Bit would be spared.
I'll be lost tonight when I go out to lock the big birds up and Lil'Bit isn't waiting for me to put her on the roost, right next to my roo, in her usual place. She always said "thank you" when I sat her down there. Not being able to see well enough to get on a roost by herself, she learned real young to wait for me to do it.
R.I.P. Lil'Bit. You'll be sorely missed.
I'm heartbroken. I know it's not right, but I've always said a silent prayer that when something came to kill my chickens, Lil'Bit would be spared.
I'll be lost tonight when I go out to lock the big birds up and Lil'Bit isn't waiting for me to put her on the roost, right next to my roo, in her usual place. She always said "thank you" when I sat her down there. Not being able to see well enough to get on a roost by herself, she learned real young to wait for me to do it.
R.I.P. Lil'Bit. You'll be sorely missed.