Anyone else have days like this?
Over the last few days I've been preparing for my first fair, super excited. I've spent the last few weeks paying more attention to our show birds and making sure they were ready. And less time to my adult flock.
Last night I went outside to take care of my adults, feeding and what not. I looked on the ground, and horrified, found my favorite hen with her back up and her head in an odd placement. I rushed in got my mother, crying, and looked my girl over. She was still warm. And dead.
I lost my Patty Pom Pom.
I hate looking into the irony, but I have to share it. Last December I lost my 1st bird ever, my favorite rooster, and my Patty's mate. Now my girl is gone. 2nd bird I ever lost. My favorite hen. I've owned my flock of pet chickens for almost two and a half years. I've never gone a day without loving them all. Two and a half years is a long time. Take it from me.
I'm still hysterical about Miss Pom Pom. I loved her so much...I spend most of my day outside when the flock free-ranged to prevent these things. I was inside talking to my mom about the fair when she must have passed away. She has no wounds. She was fine that morning.
She started out as a tiny chick who never liked me. And quickly fear was replaced by trust. I've spent the last 2 years tending to her every whim when I could. She had only the best food. And I'm heartbroken. And I'm confused. I have no answers. Why?
I'd always go to her when I was upset and these days I've been having a rough time. What with family and friend problems and all.
I've lost my little hen who would listen.
We're burrying her soon. I'm just not in the mood. I feel betrayed. If I knew she was sick, I would have helped. I've been so busy with other things. I just wish I knew. I had no sleep last night, haunted by nightmares, which never happens. I feel sick to my stomach.
Some of you who are reading might remember her picture. Some.
My Patty:
Tosca, who has now lost her father AND her beloved mother.
Has anyone had these days? When they were expected to feel happy about important events that they have been planning for, for YEARS in the making, but have lost their spirit due to a shuddering tragity? I don't even know why I lost her. I don't think I'll ever know.
Time for you to rest, my girl.
Over the last few days I've been preparing for my first fair, super excited. I've spent the last few weeks paying more attention to our show birds and making sure they were ready. And less time to my adult flock.
Last night I went outside to take care of my adults, feeding and what not. I looked on the ground, and horrified, found my favorite hen with her back up and her head in an odd placement. I rushed in got my mother, crying, and looked my girl over. She was still warm. And dead.
I lost my Patty Pom Pom.
I hate looking into the irony, but I have to share it. Last December I lost my 1st bird ever, my favorite rooster, and my Patty's mate. Now my girl is gone. 2nd bird I ever lost. My favorite hen. I've owned my flock of pet chickens for almost two and a half years. I've never gone a day without loving them all. Two and a half years is a long time. Take it from me.
I'm still hysterical about Miss Pom Pom. I loved her so much...I spend most of my day outside when the flock free-ranged to prevent these things. I was inside talking to my mom about the fair when she must have passed away. She has no wounds. She was fine that morning.
She started out as a tiny chick who never liked me. And quickly fear was replaced by trust. I've spent the last 2 years tending to her every whim when I could. She had only the best food. And I'm heartbroken. And I'm confused. I have no answers. Why?
I'd always go to her when I was upset and these days I've been having a rough time. What with family and friend problems and all.
We're burrying her soon. I'm just not in the mood. I feel betrayed. If I knew she was sick, I would have helped. I've been so busy with other things. I just wish I knew. I had no sleep last night, haunted by nightmares, which never happens. I feel sick to my stomach.
Some of you who are reading might remember her picture. Some.
My Patty:
Tosca, who has now lost her father AND her beloved mother.
Has anyone had these days? When they were expected to feel happy about important events that they have been planning for, for YEARS in the making, but have lost their spirit due to a shuddering tragity? I don't even know why I lost her. I don't think I'll ever know.
Time for you to rest, my girl.
