Tanichca
Sparkle Magnet
Last night, after many weeks of languishing from an unknown ailment and never getting any better, my 8 month old cockerel Timothy gave up his fight. Timmy was a beautiful bird, with gold and black feathers. He was always willing to be held, posed with, and cuddled. He would often jump up on shoulders and heads and perch up there while I did my chores. He was the special pet of my 4 year old brother, and he would often sit on my brothers lap while he read his cat-in-the-hat books. Timmy will be very missed by my family.
Perhaps the only humorous thing about today is that there is actually a place for people to write eulogies for chickens.
Perhaps the only humorous thing about today is that there is actually a place for people to write eulogies for chickens.
