Last night my favorite Girl Lizzie died in her sleep.
Out of our 14 chickens, Lizzie was the gentlest little chicken. She would always come to greet me in the morning and liked to be petted ( some chickens don't). She had a bit of a sweet tooth and seemed to know when I was bringing her a piece of cake or cookie. She would make those funny little contented chicken sounds.
I knew she hadn't been feeling well, and I had planned on taking her to the Vet tomorrow. We buried her along side her sister Marianne and our other beloved pets. Even though she hadn't laid an egg in a few years, she was still a valuable member of the flock. Goodbye sweet girl, you will be missed.