So my most amazing, awesome chicken ever, and the first of mine that considered herself a pet as much as I did, passed today.
I hatched Frankie from a grocery store egg on a whim in the height of Covid, July 2020.
She always had a big personality, right from the start. She was the only egg that hatched out of 6 set.
She busted right out of her shell as if to say, “Here I am world, watch out!”
She was always accepting of other birds, loved meal worms and was known to wander a bit. Curious and very intelligent, she loved hopping into my lap on her terms for a few pats.
This past week she just hadn’t been herself.
Moving slowly and comb droopy. Tried the usual interventions, she seemed to perk up a bit, but we all had a feeling it was her time.
She was a production chicken, the egg she hatched from came from such a place. I knew she would not have a long life, but I was hoping for more time.
She was loved dearly and will be missed.
Keeping chickens just won’t be the same without her.
Frankie in all her glory about a month ago.
I hatched Frankie from a grocery store egg on a whim in the height of Covid, July 2020.
She always had a big personality, right from the start. She was the only egg that hatched out of 6 set.
She busted right out of her shell as if to say, “Here I am world, watch out!”

She was always accepting of other birds, loved meal worms and was known to wander a bit. Curious and very intelligent, she loved hopping into my lap on her terms for a few pats.
This past week she just hadn’t been herself.
Moving slowly and comb droopy. Tried the usual interventions, she seemed to perk up a bit, but we all had a feeling it was her time.
She was a production chicken, the egg she hatched from came from such a place. I knew she would not have a long life, but I was hoping for more time.
She was loved dearly and will be missed.
Keeping chickens just won’t be the same without her.

Frankie in all her glory about a month ago.