So, I have become very attatched to my chickens... I mean, my small flock is absolutely amazing... I really love those birds. I had them since they were a week old and now they are crowing, laying eggs, just really grown up; however, the "baby" of the flock... who is the same age but still looks like an over-grown chick who had some growing issues due to a leg injury that left her slightly crippled, my little Lucy, was my favorite. I just left for my 3rd year of college and I get a call from my dad that Lucy has been killed. I guess he was working on fixing the chicken coup and let the flock free range while he worked; but instead of watching them or putting them away, he went in to eat dinner and then got distracted by company that came over. Sure enough, a hawk came and grabbed my little girl. My parents found all her feathers in my neighbor's field. That little hen had so much spunk and fighting will. I mean her leg injury was very drastic and she probably should have been put down, but her will to live was so strong I spent quite a bit of money and took her to a vet. She was getting so much better. The day before I left, I was just stilling outside and Lucy hopped over to be, sat in my lap and cuddled. She was so sweet and I will really miss her. http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f194/MCFNEO/082307_1955.jpg MY summer really sucks... First my dog get's hit and killed....now my favorite little chicken get's snatched. I'm sorry for typing this all...I know it's pretty pointless... I just really needed to vent.
