My Annabelle and Charlotte each laid 2 eggs a day but there was so much more to them than that! When they saw me coming, they jumped into my lap, snuggled their heads into my neck and made soft little hen sounds of contentment.
Once, they managed to get out of their portable coop and disappeared. I was frantic and had just had bilateral eye surgery so couldn't see much at all. A man walked past and asked if I knew of anyone who had poultry, as there were 2 hens in the garden a few properties away.
"Oh, Thank you! I do! But I can't see. Could you take me to them?"
"Yeeees, but how do you plan on catching them?" he asked...
"That won't be a problem!" I replied.
He led me to his garden and stood guard, expecting my hens to rush around in a panic. I squatted down and called out their names. Both came running into my arms and I took them home.
The hens and I were a talking point around the village for some time later - as I live in Africa! That was in 1999.
Last night, when I went to close the hen house door, there she was. Lying next to the hen house, dead.
She was fine in the morning. No signs of illness. I lost her sister, “Thelma” a year ago to eggs going where they are not supposed to go.
Louise was a Silver Laced Wyandotte. She would be 3 yrs old in March. She was a little bit bossy with her sisters, but was always curious about what I was up to. Whenever we would eat dinner on our patio, she would come running to wait for a treat to drop.
She lived a good chicken life, and one of her favorite things was to peck at cabbage heads hanging from a rope.
I will miss her, but now she is in chicken heaven with her sister Thelma.
Jenny was a young, 8 month old, Opal legbar hen. I treated myself and paid a lot of money for her as a young chick...she was just so beautiful.
And a stubborn little streak about her she had! She took over the other 2 hens and the young rooster, Hank...bossed them all around! Brought home 2 baby chicks and it was well over a month before she accepted them.
Jenny, was always sweet with us. Followed me around the yard everywhere I went.
She was fine one Sunday morning...left her in the coop/run with the others...came home a few hours later and she had passed away.
No attack, no illness, nothing obvious what caused her death. All I knew was that my sweet girl was gone and I somehow completely failed her.
It's been almost a month and I'm still grieving her. I miss her greatly...
Back in August, we got six Orpington chicks. These are the first chickens we have had. We found homes for the two cockerels when they revealed themselves.
All had gone well, pullets were now 24 weeks old, and growing fast. There were three buffs and one golden mix (Carmelita). She was our favourite, as she was so beautiful.
All the ladies were doing fine, even after a week of -30C temps. (Coop is heated). Last night I went to put them to bed, and Carmelita was fluffed up, sitting in a back corner. As it was dark already, I thought she has gone to sleep, and was just a bit dozy.
This morning, she was dead. Can’t see any injuries other than it looks like she may have been pecked about the head.
We have asked our chicken mentor for advice, but she didn’t see anything wrong.
We are very sad, as she was our favourite, and extra sad as these were our first birds, and we were getting very attached.
I had to have my not even 10 month old sweet Pez euthanized today and I'm devastated.
3 days ago I noticed her wattle was pale and she was a little less active and had some watery poo. Yesterday she was pretty lethargic but still eating. This morning I came out and she was still up in the coop which she never does.
I picked her up and immediately felt that her crop was huge and very hard.
I brought her inside and gave her a warm Epsom bath just to try to make her feel better and gave her a little olive oil.
By the time I had finished drying her off, she was panting and in obvious pain.
We took her to the vet and everyone ooohed and awed over how beautiful she was but the vet's expression when he felt her crop told me it wasn't good.
We did x-rays and they showed her crop was solid packed and her stomach and intestines were bloated.
There was nothing they could do. Even if they were able to operate successfully on her crop there was nothing they could do for her stomach or intestines.
If we hadn't decided to allow them to preform euthanasia, she would have suffered a very painful death.
I held her, kissed her, snuggled her, cried on her, told her I loved her, that I was sorry, that she was a good girl.
My husband, big tough strong man, cried with me, held her, we said goodbye.
It was heartbreaking.
We had them do a necropsy on her to find out what had killed her.
It was mulch. She was filled solid with mulch and her little body couldn't get rid of it.
Pez was so sweet, brave and smart. She made everyone smile and laugh. She made people happy. She made my days brighter.
I've had to say goodbye to a lot of things I've loved but I honestly wasn't prepared for how hard saying goodbye to one of my chickens would be.
Our "George" was our only pet. She was so loyal, friendly, and so gentle to my 2 boys.
We had her for 2 years and slept in a chicken coop. She laid one egg a day and it was a daily excitement to run down the back and collect the egg. Everyday we would go up and feed her and let her out in the morning and put her back in every night.
This morning I went out like any other morning to give her a big bowl of scraps, only to find her house destroyed and her gone! A fox had taken her with a struggle by the looks. All that was left was scattered feathers and a broken house.
I was left standing there with her bowl of food in tears. How could this be. I looked and looked for her.
I had to break the news to my 2 boys while I drove them to school sobbing. We were still on the look out hoping to come across our "George."
To some you may just be a chicken. But to me you’ve been my pet for 10 years and 10 days.
I got you when you were just 2 days old.
You started out having your buddy Boogie as your chicken companion but sadly she passed at age 4. You and I became even closer then.
Everyday you looked forward to your smorgasbord of food and treats which included lettuce, cucumbers, corn, blueberries, cantaloupe, watermelon, saltine crackers and your favorite snack Cheez-it’s. As well as your chicken food.
People could never believe such a small chicken ate so much each day but you loved your food.
And I loved your loving company. Hearing your clucks and you chirping your little sounds. Seeing you get so excited and jump up and down when you would hear a treat bag.
And many years of your beautiful eggs that you laid. Chickens are very loving, intelligent and have personalities.
Three beautiful hens lost to a local urban fox, two good years of love and affection. The stars of the show...
Fat Betty - picking her up was like lifting weights at the gym. Not that we ever would but she would have made the best roast chicken. Best eggs in town.
Bossy Agatha - always chasing baby Gilda around the veggie garden and making sure she got her share of the scraps before Fat Betty finished them all.
Innocent Gilda - Only a wee pullet just finding her wings. Nursed back to health after a few bad runs with Cococilious. Still growing into her beautiful feather and taken before her time. Alas she will never grow into her big goofy feet.
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The school where I worked, incubated and hatched chickens every spring.
This particular year, the place that we normally gave the 6 week old chicks was full and so I took 6 chicks home for my daughter and I to raise. When they were old enough we planned to give them to my 6 grandchildren that had land and raised chickens.
In the process of their growing up they developed a disease. We found medicine for them and 5 of the six were healed. The sixth one, Duckie, was also healed but it blinded her.
After they were old enough, we delivered the chicks to my grandchildren. After several months, I moved next door to them and helped raise Duckie. She remembered me and we continued our friendship.
Everyday, I would go to her pen and she would run to me as I called her. I eventually had to move her out of the flock because she was getting pecked. I made a special place for her in the garden and visited her everyday. She would run head down and wings flapping to me every day. I would hold her and medicate her back where she had been pecked.
We enjoyed each other's company and she helped me pass a sad time in my life. I looked forward to visiting her for the rest of her long life, but sadly she was killed by a mink.
As I ran to her to try to save her, the mink had already broken her neck, but right before she passed, I was able to talk to her and her eye rotated toward me. I knew that she knew I was there and loved her.
It has been 2 years and I still see her running toward me like a Raptor in the movies. She was a wonderful friend and I still mourn her.
Esmeralda was 2 years old and passed away yesterday. She was fine at the weekend, taking her dustbath with the other girls, then on Tuesday night I found her in the nest box and encouraged her to go and roost with the others.
The next day when i went to let the girls out, she was still in the coop on the floor, we closed the coop door so she could get some peace and quiet and left her some food and water. When we came home from work she was dead.
All of the girls have their own sound, and Esmeralda used to sing, especially when it came to mealworm time.
We'll miss your smells and hope you are enjoying all the mealworms and dustbaths you desire now you have passed over.
Night, night sweet girl. xx
Comments for Esmeralda-my sweet singing chicken girl
* When did you first get your chicken? I purchased her from a breeder in April of 2019
* Do you know what breed he/she was? She was a Olive Egger
* How about telling us about her/his personality and other striking features? She was sweet but timid. Loved treats! Her favorite was scrambled eggs
* What was particularly special about this chicken for you? She was a different breed than what I have, I’m a new chicken owner and wanted different colored eggs so I thought she would be perfect in my flock! She has a little feathered Mohawk on her head that I absolutely adored.
* What happened? Do you know how he/ she died? She was lethargic for a week. I took every chicken owners advice online to treat for coccidiosis. Electrolytes didn’t help. And yesterday morning I went out to the coop and saw her laying on her stomach so I picked her up and held her until she passed away in my arms.
* What effect did that have on you, and on your family? I’m distraught, I’ll never forgive myself for letting her suffer. I tried everything I could think of to help her. I vowed to never let another one of my chickens suffer like that again!
* If you could say a few words to your chicken now, what would they be? That I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry! I wish she could have told me what was wrong so I could’ve helped her and saved her and not let her suffer.
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