I had a dream last night I lost Goldie, one of my first original chickens, a non pedigree feed store Buff Orpington. I went outside this morning in a hurry and sure enough she was laying on the ground, like she was sitting on a nest - she was gone. I had held her and gave her kisses just the day before. She showed no signs of illness, just a determination to get in the feed shed. Goldie was one of my favorite chickens, and by far the friendliest and curious. She was not of good breeding, her color was of a sunlightened buff, but she had all the charm and carriage of the best of them. I'll miss her jumping in my lap for attention or her following me through the yard. I'll miss her running across the yard and jumping into my arms to avoid a flirtatious rooster. I'll miss all the memories she had for me of my family, now distant, who often had dote-ted on her with affection. She taught my nephews where eggs came from and how lovely and kind a chicken could be. I'll miss you my beloved little friend. You won ribbons in my heart..............
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