We got 6 chicks in the box and every time I came to see them, this one was sticking her head up like a periscope.
She was following me, coming first for the treats or just because I called. I had her sit on my lap and we were just watching the world.
She was a leader, all other chicks were looking up to her. Even my cats were respectful toward her.
I visited them every morning and evening with a treat. She had a good life and was my joy.
Today my husband has noticed that Periscope is a bit lethargic so he brought her to the coop. When I got home he said go and check on Perry, she was weird looking. I went to the coop and there she was… laying on the floor.
I started crying and Called my husband. We could not believe she was gone. I know it’s weird but I am heartbroken.
We bury her in the compost pile to let her return to nature. I miss her. I never thought I could get attached to the chicken but Periscope proved me wrong.
To all of you who lost a chicken - I am sorry that you have lost a friend and hope they run free, wherever they are now.
Louise at 4 weeks old
Louise had a short, but entertaining life. She was one of eleven in a surprise winter hatch.
She spent her short life with her momma hen and her hatch-mates until she was injured. Then she came to live with me. But I couldn't help her and to ease her pain, she moved on.
She'll be back in a better body, I have no doubt.
Little Miss Marple
(Wallabadah NSW Australia)
We were/are new to chicken rearing and over the time of owning chickens we have lost quite a few.
Most of our girls are Isa browns….”because that’s what you got” but after 4 years of having chickens we have decided not to have Isa’s again, not because they aren’t a lovely chicken, they are.
No the reason is these poor girls are bred to lay their little lives away and if they don’t die of old age ( never seen) they they will most surely die from egg yolk peritonitis.
In the picture is little Miss Marple, she is almost 3, she, I’m told is “just old” ( in terms of a chicken life ) she became thin, wobbly on her little legs and now as seen in photo, is sitting inside our home waiting to fly to the big coop in the sky.
She won’t eat or drink, she just wants to sleep. So by the time this is published I think our little girl will have gone to chicken heaven.
RIP sweet little Marple. Thank you for being the dear little chicken you are. Xox
7 years ago a tiny black angel came to my sad life. She was kind and always beside me. Every day I got up, I saw her beautiful eyes and spoke to her...
But now she's gone to heaven. My house is dark and silent now and I see her empty place and cry. I can't stop crying, it's sooooo sad. She broke my heart by her death.
I hope I see her in my dream tonight. Birds are angels. Nobody can understand how lonely and heartbroken I am since she's left my dark life....