When the COVID epidemic hit and we were all housebound , I decided to get some chickens for my grandchildren as it was something we always talked about.
The little black one was named Cosmo. What a personality she had! She really ruled the roost. :) Got first pick of anything and in the evening would gather the girls to head home. Such a big personality!
She loved to eat Cheerios from my hand, one at a time and never biting me.
We found her in the nesting box one day with her head back and gone... So very sad. It doesn’t seem the same without her.
That first night it stormed and the girls didn’t know what to do... No one to follow.. My granddaughter had to carry them to their house. Eventually I’m sure they’ll get used to it.
I will too, but how I miss seeing Cosmo lead our girls. I remember the Rainbow Bridge poem and hope one day I’ll walk across it and see little Cosmo running toward me. :)