Ginger , aka G.Dee the wonder hen died this morning. She was four or five years old and had a pulmonary condition going on and off for a couple of years. I think she probably had a heart attack; I found her in front of the door when I went feed for breakfast. She used to sit with me every nice afternoon when I would take the laptop into the breezeway, She was learning to type.
Whenever I would go inside she would come to the door and look in as if wondering where I went. When she got a chance she would come inside, too. She used to startle the family members coming in from outside to find a chicken roaming the kitchen, eating dogfood, or just wandering around the house as if she'd always lived inside. We usually weren't sure just how she got in, either. I will miss her very much. Sucks that she died today especially since it's our wedding anniversary.
rip G.Dee
rip G.Dee
