We had many days of fun through the summer, chasing each other. Mostly it was us girls against Gertie. But she didn't know, she just followed along like a puppy dog.
Every once in a while you'd hear a screech, and Dorothy would be poking at Gert. I felt for her, but what's a chicken to do? I never attacked her, but to show Ruby & Dorothy I was "in" I jabbed at her once in a blue moon to keep up appearances. I think Gertie knew that and appreciated it for what it was worth. At night when Gertie managed to get up to the roost, I would be there for her on one side. Dorothy stayed on the other end after Ruby. That way we all slept well.
July went by like it usually does and Gertie was laying her small light brown egg everyday. She was contributing! She was so proud. One day she was walking across the brick patio doing a happy "buk buk buk buk buk buk buk, bah gak, buk buk" strolling around and feeling good. Like a chicken should. Ah, everyone was getting along. Mom & Dad were so proud.
In August something changed and Gertie was isolating herself from everyone. And she wasn't being picked on in any particular way. She was acting quiet and reserved, and the other girls just figured "oh well" and went off to do our chicken business. Every once in a while one of us would go over to check on her and she just slowly walked away. Mom would come out and give her a special treat while throwing our stuff towards us on the ground. Gertie would do her obligatory "peck, peck, peck" then look disinterested. Mom got concerned and went out one morning before we even thought about our eggs yet, and was holding her and feeling her crop. It sounded squishy and crunchy to us, after all, ours were empty....we wanted breakfast!
Because Gertie acted different, we started to pick on her again. I thought it wasn't really fair, but, you gotta do what you gotta do. And I really didn't do much to bully her, I felt bad for her. Dorothy and even Ruby started to get rough with her again. Mom took her into the porch. She built a small box with cardboard and bedding and she had the whole porch to walk around if she wanted and Mom watched her. It was figured that she had an impacted crop. Mom was giving her chopped tomatoes with olive oil and bread soaked in olive oil. She did eat that and then sit in her box and watch us wondering around the yard. She made a distinctive sound of low whimpering from time to time. We'd walk by the screened porch and peek in at her. She would perk up and when we walked away, she went back down on her perch.
Mom said "I'm taking her to the vet". We didn't know what that was. A vet?
Gertie and our cat Luna sharing some plant dirt a few days before she passed.
After a few days, Mom came home with a cardboard box. It had Gertie in it and she wasn't moving. We didn't look but we kinda knew. Dad was walking around the yard with a tissue in his hands. Mom was still in the house. She was gathering strength to go out and dig a hole in the garden which used to be our old coop & run and where Gertie was first put when she came to us. It took quite some time for Mom to dig that hole, Dad was pacing around and Mom couldn't see what she was doing because of all the water in her eyes.
Mom didn't act her same happy self for a long while. She would come out and give us our treats and let us out to explore and we had fun, but when she stood there watching us, we would stroll by her and stop and look up at her with one foot up, then the moment was gone and we ran off. But I think there was an understanding of some sort. Life goes on. Mom can't mention Gertie to Dad, he doesn't like to cry, so we can't talk about her much.
The fall went by like it normally does and we were just the three of us and we were fine. I think Mom learned something from this though, never bring just one chicken into a flock of any size especially if it's of a sweet nature like a Barred Rock. You can't sneak her in and you can't shove her in. She needs buddies for back up.
That's when Mom decided to get chicks in the Spring.