I lost my sweet Polaka today. It looks like a bird attacked her. (Owl or hawk)
She was a polish chicken and in Spanish that translates to Polaka. That’s how she got her name. She had such a sweet and silly personality.
As you may know polish chickens have a lot of feathers around their face/head and so I assume she couldn’t fight back or escape because of her vision....
I miss her terribly and her bubbly personality. She would always peck my shoes or nail polish when I went to feed the girls. Whatever was shiny or sparkly she loved to peck. Such a silly girl...
I got 6 chicks in March 2020. I lost one to a predator a month later and now my Polaka to another predator. It kills me to know how they passed. I miss my girls a lot.
Thank you for allowing me to vent on here. Please keep her in your prayers. I will do the same for your beloved chicken/ rooster.
Sending Love to all💕💕
*I don’t have an updated pic of her but this is Polaka a few months old :)
We hatched Grace the Silkie on the 4th June 2020.
♡Today I came home to find her dead in the run. There was no injury to her.
I never thought I'd be so upset but I rang my husband in tears. She was such a character and laid everyday since she started laying which is great for a Silkie.
I'd like to give her a little tribute on here and hope she didn't suffer ♡
by Joseph Lookinland
Oct. 22, 2018
Last evening, on the 12th of March, 2021, our home was struck with intense sadness at the loss of our pet chicken, Budda.
I am surprised just how much her death has affected me. But, the death of a pet is the death of a pet. It is the death of a friend, no matter how small, and no matter what species… In many ways, she has meant just as much to me as any human friend. We truly loved her...
As a chick in the summer of 2018, Budda got her name almost immediately for being the most trusting, the most "wise", out of the group of five. Her inherent friendliness naturally carried-on into adulthood...
Donning a unique, 'smoky', and quiet voice, her sounds were always easily recognizable with your eyes closed. Quite often, it seemed she was trying to quack like a duck…!
She was so naturally entertaining and loved that a little song about her developed at our home. And almost every time we would go and take care of the flock, we would find ourselves singing this little tune, where the lyrics go, naturally: "Chicken Budda, Chicken Budda, Chicken Budda, Chicken Budda, Budda, Budda, Budda…"…
In her final days, she suffered from an unknown illness likely transferred to her from a recent bout of parasitic mites. In and amongst my daily activities, I tried to take care of her as best I could. But, in the end, it was not enough, and the illness got the upper hand…
With her friends, and in the darkness, she took her last breath and passed away.
I am so sorry for your suffering, Budda. We love you. And I will remember you always…
In Memory of Lucy
by Pam Keller
(Centennial, CO USA)
Lucy - winter 2021 Colorado
Lucy was a 9 month old Coronation Sussex. Very beautiful, friendly and healthy - well I thought she was.
I found her this afternoon dead in the coop. No signs of anything traumatic. I only have three chickens and they get along great.
Lucy was free ranging yesterday evening, all appeared fine.
I will miss Lucy and her kindness and how she loved to look for bugs in the garden with her sisters. She never ruffled anyone’s feathers and had a kind spirit. I could see it in her eyes.
Lucy also loved to look in my sliding glass door and just observe the dogs in the living room, she had a wonderful curiosity.
I love you Lucy and may you Rest In Peace.
Roam free and happy little Flouf.
We just got our first group of ladies. Seven of them. Flouf the littlest was a Silkie. A small little grey bundle of fuzz.
She was the one my video game loving son connected with and ditched the games to cuddle with. We only had her for a short time, but her little clucks and lost wanderings warmed our hearts.
She was fine in the morning, was ok in the afternoon, but by evening she was gone. Sitting in a corner of the run as if she was sleeping. No reason that we can see.
So, we would like to send this message out into chicken space and let her know she was something special.
Frankenstein & CC
(San Diego )
I lost Frank and CC to a coyote attack this last weekend. While I was able to chase him away from my other girls, I’m devastated by their loss. I didn’t expect to be so heartbroken over chickens, especially given I’ve only had them a few months.
Folks who let their girls free range, how do you ever feel safe to let them out again? It feels impossible.
My little Power Puff
by Monica K
My little Power Puff was 1 and half. The most vocal of all the girls and would talk back to my daughter. She had quite the personality.
Since we got her she’d been in out of the the vet, fighting one infection after another. Several weeks ago I noticed she was quiet and slowing down. (She’s never quiet) took her to the vet, she had an distended abdomen and another infection. They withdrew fluid, put her on antibiotics and a anti inflammatory.
By late last week she wasn’t doing any better so the doctor decided a hysterectomy would be the best course of action.
Yesterday she stopped eating and drinking so I used a syringe to get some food and liquid down her.
At 6:25 this morning I heard her wings flap frantically, I ran in and she had died.
Her and I spent a lot of time together because she was so sickly. I tried my best to help her, I’m so sad.
(Iraq, Al-Diwanyah )
I brought her for my rooster to hatch eggs that look like my rooster ..and she did her job and hatched 7 adorable chicks and then she left...and our relationship was being stronger and stronger and suddenly she died.
I will not give up on the chicks..you only need time to recover..
Have a good day.
Bye my lovely Kueki
(Adelaide/ South Australia)
BYE MY LOVELY KUEKI
I got my lovely Kueki 4 years ago and lost her today. She was only 5 years old and suddenly passed away within a few minutes. It was a big shock for me.
Living most of the time inside hanging out with my 2 Chihuahuas, Kueki was very proud but went on well with the doggies. They respected her and she tolerated them. They were all mates.
I will miss her so much as she was so much part of every day, letting her out in the morning, giving her little treats, petting her, having her on my lap. So much love and now all gone.
I will never forget you my lovely little girl.
Your mummy XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
(Ohio, United States)
My beautiful girl
Henrietta was a beautiful, young Buff Orpington hen. Her feathers were beautiful and so, so fluffy - when she would sit on my lap it felt like I was holding a pillow.
Her eggs were a beautiful dark pink color, and the sizes always vary I was so excited every day to run out and find her beautiful egg.
Well, one day I came home from work and I saw my other five chickens in the pen. Well, okay, I thought, she must be laying an egg, or maybe she escaped and she's running around the yard like she likes to do, or maybe she's napping?
So I looked in the coop, and she had her head tucked into her feathers, and I knew I had lost a friend.
It was a very sad moment because she wasn't "just a chicken," she was my friend. xoxox
Henrietta, rest in peace. I'm so sorry you aren't happily running around anymore, eating bugs and seeds and tearing up my grass... I had a surprise coming for you this spring, and it was more beautiful green grass. I know you would have loved it.
I must find closure, and so I must say goodbye...
I really did love you Henrietta :)
Feena the magnificent escaping from the run again.
She was a beautiful Dominique who was just too small for this world. Was really inconsistent about laying eggs, although the vet said it was because she was small.
One day she just got really tired, vet was closed, hoped we could wait it out. She died sitting in the sun in her favorite patch of the yard. She was so badly egg bound there was nothing anyone could have done.
She was always cuddly and curious despite her small size. She could also escape a run like nobody’s business, usually trying to get away from the rooster’s attentions.
She was a good bird. We will miss her as will her flock.
Our Sweet Bunty
(Provo, UT, USA)
Nana's first chicken friend, Bunty
Our sweet Bunty was a Cochin-Banty hen, a tiny and beautiful black and white girl who held her own among the Brahmas, Jersey Giants, Easter-Eggers, and other Cochins in her flock.
As soon as she was big enough, she would fly over the 4-foot high fence around their run, make her way to our back porch, and roost on the swing, clucking and calling to me. I would come outside and hold her, tell her how beautiful she was, pet her and talk to her.
She was the first chicken I ever really came to know, and from our first flock. She would run to the fence whenever I came outside, run directly to my feet whenever I went into the run, and seemed to really enjoy being picked up and held.
I loved the way she would cluck when I stroked her. I smiled whenever I would check outside to make sure the hens were inside the coop at dusk, and she would peek out the door and run outside in case I might come out to say goodnight. How I wish I had gone outside last night to hold her!
Sweet Bunty seemed to have had a good morning, came out to have breakfast, scratched for bugs, went in and laid her little egg, and then snuggled down in the warm sun under her favorite bush for a nap.... and then suddenly died. We don't know why.
But she was my sweet little friend, and I will always miss her. We are all so sad.
Thank you, Bunty, for teaching me about the depth of feeling and friendship that little animals of your species can have.
Thank you for being this Nana's first chicken friend.