Today is a sad day at my house. My beloved chicken friend 'Buttercup' died. A Coyote I believe murdered her. He is now on my hit list. I don't think my pellet gun will do much damage to him.
I never thought a chicken could be such a pet. She was a 3 year old, Plymouth Rock. She was my own groupie. She would run to me when I called her or she met me at the door of the house when I came home. She ate out of my hand and never bit me once. She laid beautiful big eggs and never went broody. She laid those eggs for me. I always thanked her, and she seemed to understand. I can't pull myself together quite yet. I wail when I cry, an all and out wail. And I today am crying for every loved one I have ever lost. Does everyone do that? Is that normal behavior? If you are on the fence about getting chickens, please get them. They will make you happy. They are very sociable, talk to them as your little friends and feed them special treats, and they will adore you like no other.
The best brother buried my little friend for me, and made her this grave maker. I know there must be chickens in heaven. And she is surely there.
Cheers to Buttercup !!