I can't believe she's gone. I miss her so much. I don't have children, she was like my baby, my reason for loving and enjoying chickens.I have such a big hole in my heart. You may remember she was my crooked neck chicken that I nursed back to health, on the day we were going to cull her, and I peeked in heavy hearted, she was up eating on her own, neck straighter. She was such a little fighter. I kept her in the house since the other chickens would pick on her, but she did have a buddy, Sweet pea, a little Dorking. LOOKOUT would walk around my office and if she felt I was giving too much attention to my work, she'd try to jump up in my lap. I'd pick her up and she'd fall asleep in my lap, head out stretched over my arm. She would spin circles when she was excited and her BAWk, Bawk BAWK, always warmed my heart. She was the kind of chicken that wanted to be with you, enjoyed the attention, she was a special little chicken. I'll miss her fuzzy little cheeks, her crazy disarrayed head poof that always leaned to one side. I'll miss her big beautiful black brown eyes, her tilted head and her almost clown like feet, and her big puffy butt. About two weeks ago she started going down hill, more lethargic, less talkative. She had lost some weight and her crooked neck returned. I wormed her and treated her for the crooked neck and it seemed to resolve. I bought some smaller crumble for her and gave her her favorite-cooked eggs and babied her. She seemed to pick up a little, but still was not her self. I thought she was doing better because she was often at the food bowel, eating, she was always a little pig. I tried not to pick her up too much, because she always go excited and scrunched her neck if I did, and her neck was just getting better. I picked her up yesterday to give her some attention, she was bone thin. How could I miss this? I started her on baby formula, which she ate slowly. I gave her plenty of water w/some poly vi sol, which she drank throughout the day. She seemed to be doing better, looking more alert but then later took a turn for the worse. I couldn't save her, and she died in my arms. I stroked her long black feathers and said my goodbyes. Hubby took her out and buried her among the flowers. I feel like such a bad mom. I miss her so much, I can't even look at my logo that I designed after her.
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