Tink and Tilly
by Hannah Robinett
My husband surprised me with 7 Australorp chicks in March 2020. I was able to raise them during pandemic shutdown and really enjoy the process.
Tink was the runt of the bunch and I always called her the “extra” because my husband had to buy a minimum of 6 chicks, paid for 6, but came home with 7.
She started out the smallest but gradually caught up and surpassed the others. She was always where she was supposed to be, doing what she was supposed to be doing.
Tilly’s name actually changed to Trilly because she was always making trilling sounds when eating or talking to her sisters. One day she hid from me and I looked for thirty minutes for her, to turn around and she was standing in front of the coop like she’d been there all along.
Trilly was always curious of my husband's police k9 and deer, running up to them to give them a better look.
Within the past two weeks, I lost them both.
Tink had been fine the day prior but then died 2 hours after I got home from work, in my arms being loved.
Trilly died today. I came home from work and she was laying on the coop floor, already gone. Again, she was fine the day before.
The girls get treated with the best care and attention. So, therefore I’m beating myself up for not being able to save them. Each girl has her own personality and part in the flock.
I’m heartbroken for myself as well as my girls. It’s been terribly hard losing them because they give me so much joy.
I like to imagine that Tink needed a sister and they are chowing down on endless watermelon in the sky.
Cuckoo, our daughter’s first and favorite
by Jessica M.
(New Derry, PA)
Cuckoo and 11 others were brought home by my husband in April 2020 because of lockdown. He wanted my kids and myself to have something positive to focus on and it became a passion for myself and my oldest daughter.
Cuckoo was a Rhode Island Red (and I swear she was mixed with speckled Sussex) Her coloring was so unique. She was incredibly gentle and loved getting hugs where she would rest her head on your shoulder.
Her favorite treat was raisins and she had 2 best friends, Boomer and Latte. She liked to pal around with our rooster, Pecker, and she was his number one gal.
My daughter looked forward to hugging her every single day we went to let them out and check for eggs. One day, she never came out. We suspect she passed from a heart attack.
The devastation from my 11 year old daughter was just raw pain. Most people do not understand, but these chickens have changed and enriched our lives. They are our friends. She was our friend and is greatly missed every single day we go out there with them.
She is buried under a beautiful tree and I am etching a headstone for her. We miss her so much.
Sweet, red feathered Margarita with the fluffy cheeks! You were the best chicken I could have had.
Your sweet purrs and trust in me when you fell asleep in my lap made me love you so much.
You're no longer in pain, and you can walk and run in heaven like you couldn't on earth. I love you so much baby girl.
by Meg Boston
She was a pearl white Leghorn and was so beautiful among the others and passed away today for no apparent reason.
Carter, age 11.
by Penelope Chudley
My beautiful, funny, loving chicken that was rescued from a house as the owners were moving came to live with me a couple of years ago.
The most beautiful bird I have ever seen, and we have much love for each other. She used to run to greet me when I got home from work and I taught her to peck for treats (annoying sometimes if I had none on me!).
She used to love dust baths and sunbathing. Lived with her best pal Pixie the pug. They shared beds, food and hung out together with me when ever I was around.
Yesterday she started rapid sneezing having spent a perfect morning very normally. This developed into a cough and within a few hours she was dead.
I watched the video so plenty of tears from me. She was not just a chicken, she was an amazing companion and friend.
Had the burial service today and this was in one of her favourite spots in the garden.
Very very sad day.