Remembering the Chickens You've Lost

i know how all of you feel i Lost my first golden comet hen rose by a coon. i got off the bus and there was a coon trying to get into the coop when my dad got home ge shot it with a shotgun i hope thats what all the animals feel inside life is nothing without chickens R.I.P rose a golden comment and always part of our family you will always be loved
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this is a picture of rose
 
I'm so sorry for all of your losses. It's amazing what a huge impact losing a chicken has on you.
This is Lulu. She was about a month old, and died of a disease most likely. She loved to eat, and always got the food whenever we offered them a treat! She is a Black Copper Maran, and we were looking forward to her chocolate brown eggs. Lulu, we miss you!!!
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I came back from a week long job out of state to find one of my favorite hens had been killed and eaten by my dog.

Chipmunk was a very special girl. Even as a tiny chick, she was friendly and calm. She would come running at the sound of my voice and jump into my hands. Though she was not handled as much as I would have liked, she never lost her sociable personality, and as an adult she took to sitting in my lap and being petted until I finally would have to pick her up and move her. I had been looking forward to her being a mama hen, and was very heartbroken to find out she was gone.

 
I came back from a week long job out of state to find one of my favorite hens had been killed and eaten by my dog.

Chipmunk was a very special girl. Even as a tiny chick, she was friendly and calm. She would come running at the sound of my voice and jump into my hands. Though she was not handled as much as I would have liked, she never lost her sociable personality, and as an adult she took to sitting in my lap and being petted until I finally would have to pick her up and move her. I had been looking forward to her being a mama hen, and was very heartbroken to find out she was gone.

sounds like that dog is dead meat now.
 
Unfortunately, this isn't the first casualty of my dog. We keep him in a separate run that is quite a distance from the chicken run, but every now and then, a chicken somehow gets in where he is, and that's the end for that bird. It's been very difficult for us because he's a great dog in every other way--just something about chickens sets off an instinct in him that we can't seem to override no matter what we do.

If my mom had closed up the chickens like she was supposed to, it wouldn't have been an issue. Chipmunk was only out because my mom didn't think to close up the chickens the night my dad and I left (for some reason, she assumed she wouldn't have to, even though it was still daylight when we left.), so the next day Chipmunk and the other chickens had free run of the yard from dawn until dusk. Honestly, I'm surprised we didn't have more casualties. :\
 
So sorry guys. Soon it will have been a year since I made this thread... a year since my heart was torn so badly it could never be healed. I will never forget her... and neither will her sisters... who beyond science knowledge itself... have let her role as head chicken in the pecking order open for her when she returns. They really do remember her and they will never forget. God Bless Ellie. And god bless everyone else's hens and roo's.
 
I lost my 2 favorites, Little Silk, a white silkie hen, and Jo Anna, a golden laced polish hen, during a blizzard two years ago. I was moving into town and those were the two I had decided to keep. I miss them both!
 

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