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We had chickens when I was growing up. They all had names and we loved them, but they were farm chickens. One of them got sick when he was a couple months old and my sister and I took him out to care for him. We nursed him back to health but he bonded so strongly to us that he wanted nothing to do with his siblings or the older flock. So we kept him with us as a pet. He had his own room in the old part of the farm house and slept there at night, and during the day he had free reign of the human part of the yard. We hung out with him there and were inseparable all summer. He snuggled like a kitten, perched on our shoulders, played running games with us, it was glorious. But then fall rolled around and we had to go to school. He couldn’t handle the separation, got gloomy and listless and died of a broken heart... Grandma tried to incorporate him with the flock but it made him too distressed and he just gave up. I’ve lost/eaten a lot of animal friends in my life but this was the saddest story by far.Thank you.
You'll have fun with the chickens, I guarantee. What happened to your first one?