- Apr 29, 2011
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These two girls were the funniest, strangest and most endearing pets I've ever had. I never thought a chicken would wiggle its way into my heart, but these girls did. They were pekins, and they were both so dear to me.
They were glued together at the feathery hip, and would roam the lawn like little turkish-panted hoovers. They chatted to each other; they would roost on my wrist. Leia was starting to jump up next to me and chat. Unfortunately I had an unsuccessful mixed flock, and a big white hen started tearing out and eating Dowie's tail feathers. I had to seperate the flocks, and the two little girls would go into a cat box every night, and then come inside where they were safe.
Every morning my DH would get up and they would sing to him 'ooooh? ooooooh?'. So sweet!
Then he would release them into their pen (Leia would always leap from the box, she was a little punk, always chasing other birds and jumping up and down and complaining for more food).
One night DH and I left them outside in the cat box. I said to him that night, "I have a bad feeling about a fox, we should bring them in." He dismissed my concern, and unfortunately, I also dismissed my concern.
At 3.30 that morning I heard Dowie cluck for the last time. I knew in my heart she would already be dead by the time I got there, as I heard the banging of the fox fleeing over the back fence. I saw Dowie in her last moments. Leia was found a few metres away near the fence. We buried them immediately, and now there is an empty pen and they will never come back.
I loved them so much, they were little feathery angels. Some animals are truly innocent, and through their innocence we regain our own. I will always miss you Leia and Dowie. I'm so sorry I didn't keep you safe.
Dowie with her former best friend Lucy Rose, before the flock got split up:
Leia the smart aleck posing:
They were glued together at the feathery hip, and would roam the lawn like little turkish-panted hoovers. They chatted to each other; they would roost on my wrist. Leia was starting to jump up next to me and chat. Unfortunately I had an unsuccessful mixed flock, and a big white hen started tearing out and eating Dowie's tail feathers. I had to seperate the flocks, and the two little girls would go into a cat box every night, and then come inside where they were safe.
Every morning my DH would get up and they would sing to him 'ooooh? ooooooh?'. So sweet!
One night DH and I left them outside in the cat box. I said to him that night, "I have a bad feeling about a fox, we should bring them in." He dismissed my concern, and unfortunately, I also dismissed my concern.
At 3.30 that morning I heard Dowie cluck for the last time. I knew in my heart she would already be dead by the time I got there, as I heard the banging of the fox fleeing over the back fence. I saw Dowie in her last moments. Leia was found a few metres away near the fence. We buried them immediately, and now there is an empty pen and they will never come back.
I loved them so much, they were little feathery angels. Some animals are truly innocent, and through their innocence we regain our own. I will always miss you Leia and Dowie. I'm so sorry I didn't keep you safe.
Dowie with her former best friend Lucy Rose, before the flock got split up:
Leia the smart aleck posing:
