Today one of my chickens died. Her name was Silverstar. She was a White Rock and was one and a half year old. I loved her very much and I miss her.
Here is a picture of her:
It's funny because her breed has white feathers, but she was always a gray bird. Even when we washed her, she still looked dirty! When Silverstar was a pullet, I loved holding her. When I picked her up, she would make a soft rrrrrrrrrrr noise and stretch her neck and feet out. Then she would delicately lay her neck on my shoulder.
When she died, she was found dead, laying behind the coop. There were no visable problems, but she was dead. Sniff.
*sighs*
I love you Silverstar.
It's funny because her breed has white feathers, but she was always a gray bird. Even when we washed her, she still looked dirty! When Silverstar was a pullet, I loved holding her. When I picked her up, she would make a soft rrrrrrrrrrr noise and stretch her neck and feet out. Then she would delicately lay her neck on my shoulder.
When she died, she was found dead, laying behind the coop. There were no visable problems, but she was dead. Sniff.
*sighs*
I love you Silverstar.
