My poor little Dorothy Gale.
Something took her the other night.
I'm not even sure what.
I went down to the coop and there was just a tuft of feathers.
There's no way she could have gotten out herself.
And I looked everywhere for her. Not a sign.
I have 12 chickens, and I love each one, but DG was the only one I raised from an egg, so she was special.
She was just 4 months old. Didn't even get to lay one blue egg.
Oddly enough, we had visitors on the day she disappeared, so I have a picture with her on her last day.
Here's a pic of her pipping, freshly hatched, a few weeks old, and with me on her last day. Sad.
Something took her the other night.
I'm not even sure what.
I went down to the coop and there was just a tuft of feathers.
There's no way she could have gotten out herself.
And I looked everywhere for her. Not a sign.
I have 12 chickens, and I love each one, but DG was the only one I raised from an egg, so she was special.
She was just 4 months old. Didn't even get to lay one blue egg.
Oddly enough, we had visitors on the day she disappeared, so I have a picture with her on her last day.
Here's a pic of her pipping, freshly hatched, a few weeks old, and with me on her last day. Sad.
