Cosmo—Head Hen

by Nana

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. :)

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So sorry for your loss.
by: Cath

What a lovely tribute to Cosmo, Nana. And how lovely for your grandchildren that they were able to know her, and the rest of your flock.

For anyone who doesn't know the rainbow poem that Nana refers to, I'll put a version of it here (there are a few) here. and thank you for reminding me of it, Nana. I will put it on my memorials article. It does certainly give some hope and comfort to many people.

Here's a recent version.

The Rainbow Bridge.

By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.

For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.

They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.

For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.

(Credit: Steve and Diane Bodofsky).

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