Mini Pearl

by Terra
(Texas)

Today I came home to find Mini Pearl fast asleep on her nest with her sweet head hung down. My grandmother had found her just before so I had a slight chance to prepare myself.

I have no clue why she has passed. No obvious signs, all I can conclude would be a heart attack (but was not on her back) or a bound egg (still inside her track).

I've lost several chickens due to predator attacks but this one, not knowing, a mystery is even more unsettling.

I will miss you my little white tailed fluffy girl. You are one of my Golden Girls the original I will never forget. Love you sweet girl!

You were a sweet girl who was loved by many.

Dear little Pearl

by Linda
(Texas)

She was an Americana Bani and so loving. She loved to ride on my husband's back or sit on top of his bald head while he worked in the yard. She was beautiful and laid beautiful light green eggs.

No reason for her death. Found her yesterday morning. She will be missed. She was loved.

Rest in peace.

by Antony
(Klerksdorp, South Africa)

Rest in peace, my dear chookie...I'll miss you. Thank you for all the joy you brought to me. Bless you.

Babs.

by Denise Laing
(Tyne and Wear,u.k.)

One of three hens I got for my allotment last year.

She lived on plot 22, with Margo & Ethel. Quieter than the other two, she happily went about her day. Sunbathing, sitting on top of the coop, pecking around or sitting in the sand area, in an old tyre.

She was always last into the coop at dusk, sometimes waiting to be lifted in.

I will miss her but know that she had a short but happy life.

R.I.P. Babs.

Princess blueberry

She came to us as a day old chicken who became my granddaughter's very favorite.I couldn't help but favor her also.

She was a elegant Silkie with pretty bright blue checks hence Princess Blueberry. I always choose her tiny bumpy eggs over the other girls. They seemed to be special.Very tasty indeed!

Tonight I went to put the girls to bed and there lying still was my special girl.

She was comical the way she ran to be with the others. Princess blueberry was shy and sweet and endlessly curious. She survived a close call with a red tailed hawk last summer barely escaping. She knew her name and enjoyed following me around the garden in hopes of a tasty worm.

I will miss her terribly. Perhaps I'll never stop looking for her funny hairdo as she ran out her door in time for breakfast.

Princess Blueberry's life was short, only a year old but it was a happy one.

We will miss her .May she rest in peace in the mint garden and feel the warm earth on a crystal blue summer day.

Tiny Chicken

by Alisha Berkland
(Georgia, United States)

R.I.P. Tiny chicken. I don't know why you stopped growing, but I'm sure you are better off now that you're not being trampled.

I'm glad my daughter got to snuggle you last night before you passed today ❤💔

I am chicken-sitting

by Casey
(Phoenix, AZ)

This one that died didn't have a name yet. She had dark feathers. Yesterday she was in the place where they lay eggs and she wouldn't come out.

There was an egg under her and I took it out and put her back on the nest thing. I guess she was sick and I didn't know it.

Well, my friend warned me before she left that this might happen, but I'm still sad.

Chickens are cute.

To all our chickens...

by Rachel
(Dorset)

We had 9 lovely chickens, one of them the friendliest cockerel you would ever meet.

When I came down to feed them in the morning, none of them were there. Our lovely bantams had been stolen by someone I must have met, as only our neighbours knew about them. I couldn't believe someone could stoop so low.

Our 4 larger chickens had been let out, they were obviously 'not worth anything'. They were all killed by the fox.

Thank you, lovely chickens! You were fantastic pets.

Our First Loss

We lost our first girl today. We had her for three years...she died in her sleep.

No reason at all. I read your story about Sophia-Lor-Hen and it sounds exactly like ours.

We will miss our girl. She was a good pet.

Outcast

by Sarah Ellis
(Gallatin, TN)

Outcast was one of my first hens, a Red Sex-link. I'd had her for five years until last December of 2016, when an incident happened.

We had a tin bin which we put food in and it hung, and one of the screws on the bottom became loose. She got her jaw stuck on it, and broke her jaw so that it hung down low on her face.

We took her to the vet, but no one offered to help her. I had to put her down on my own the day after.

RIP Outcast.

In memory of my Azathoth

by Daniel Petzen
(New Zealand)

The first 18 month of Azathoth's life was a living hell as a cage hen in a factory.

She sat terrified of the open space (a few square feet), plucked bare and just stared at me when she first arrived.

She then transformed into a healthy and happy chook that just loved the 9 month of freedom she had before she died.

She was not extraordinary in any way, but simply enjoyed life as fully as any chook could ever do.

My 'farm animals' quickly changed into pets and when I found her dead on Saturday morning, then I felt exactly as it would have been a cat or dog.

I saw this page and felt that I really wanted to write something in her memory.

Big Girl......I miss you

Big girl was with me for 7 years. Always friendly and loved to be scratched on her belly. She would wait at the door for me and kept me smiling.

She fell suddenly sick and I nursed her for 2 months until an hour ago when I found her in her coop.

She made me smile and took my heart. Tell Peeps and Ed and Blackie to take care of you.

Fly Free Harriet

by Becky
(Florida)

Harriet, along with her sister Pearl, came to live with us on December 1, 2013. They were "retired" sentinel chickens, used to detect the presence of encephalitis.

They were my first chickens, and a joy from the beginning. They would run to greet me when I got home from work each evening, and sit on my lap and tell me about their day.

Harriet was the chief'chicken in charge' and thought she ruled the roost. She loved dirt baths and stretching her wings in the warm sun. She laid beautiful brown eggs and was a joy to be around.

Sadly, she passed away uunexpectedly on September 19, 2016. She was a good bird and is greatly missed.

My girls

by Jessica
(Dallas, Tx, USA)

I raised 12 beautiful girls from day old chicks, and in one night a band of masked murders - raccoons - descended upon them.

Only two made it through the night. They also got Tabbie and Tommy, my beautiful turkeys I had raised with them, who were only 6 months old.

I may have not had them long, but each was hand tamed and had such a great personality.

There was China, my white silkie, My two barred rocks, Dot and Polka, my two buff Orpingtons, Tammy and Sammy, my two Americaunas, Betsy and Marilyn, and my Rhode Island Reds, Jenny, Henny, and Penny.

I have Cammy, a buff, and Candy, a barred rock, left.

I will remember all of you.

RIP.

Guinea Mom and Dad

I ended with 10 guinea eggs to incubate and hand raise. The mother guinea early one morning went to eat because she stayed on the nest for 2 days.

When I went to the store I found her in the road. She had been hit by a car, so sad and I buried what was left of her.

The guinea dad called and called her and visited where her nest was. He too wandered out to the road and was hit by a car 3 weeks after the hen was hit.

Both guinea mom and dad lost their life by being hit by a car.

RIP.

Vivi the chicken that saved me 💕

by Lidia
(Grantham )

I got Vivi very young when I was 9 years old, at the time I was being bullied and needed a release and I had a strange obsession with chickens so my mum got me my own flock.

For 8 years Vivi has been such a good companion. She had so much character and life. At times she was a bit nasty, attacking the other chickens and my sister!

She was so funny and had given me so many happy memories. Even if it was from her, Afro, beRed and extra toe even her distorted comb I truly did love this chicken.

Me and my friends are now having a party to remember this beautiful bird's life and I will really miss her, thank you for the memories Vivi.

I really did and always will love you my feathered companion.

All my heart,

Lidia x

Sweet Dolce

by Susan
(Florida)

I lost my hen Dolce today.

I saw an egg in the nesting box with blood drops on it and went looking to make sure whoever had laid it was okay. She was laying on her side behind a tree stump.

When I scooped her up I knew she was already gone. The grief I felt was overwhelming. I held her and cried so hard I could hardly breathe.

My sister and I had raised her from a two day old chick. Out of twelve chicks she was the bravest and most daring. She loved to fly up into my lap and when I was bent over picking up hen poop, she would fly up onto my back and work her way up to my shoulder.

She would follow me around when I worked in the run and talk to me or sometimes at me the whole time.

She was only six months old but I loved her so much.

I will miss her forever!

Runaway Chicken only wanted a home

by Lynette
(Houston, TX)

The little white chicken appeared one night on my window sill, eating the food I set out for the cats. I have fed roosters before (since my neighbors aren't known for their kindness), and I thought, she's welcome to come as often as she'd like.

I started setting out the chicken feed I had bought since the feed store told me that cat food isn't good for this type of visitor.

It had only been a few days since the little white chicken first came to my house when a neighbor's dog got through the fence and killed the precious white bird.

Although I angrily screamed and chased the dog back down the street, there was nothing that could be done to bring the beautiful white chicken back -- she was gone.

I'll bury her and say a prayer. I'll dog proof up my fence, so if any more chickens or roosters should come to my house, I might be able to provide them with the start of a home.

Our Lovely Fluffy White Lady

by Knapp Brandows
(Sheridan, Wy)

Having five white Leghorns, it has been hard to tell them apart. That doesn't matter, we love them all!

My husband says he loved this chicken because she was a pain in the butt. She liked to escape, would not lay inside the nest box, tried to hide eggs from us, and was generally antisocial.

My daughter says she liked her "cause she was the odd one. The one that kind of didn't fit in. I just kind of felt a connection to her".

My son says that the chicken was "really brave, cause that was the one that attacked Lafayette (our dog who keeps watch over the chickens)".

We are a family of misfits, so it is fitting that we find great love for this oddball chicken.

She will be missed.

It was only ever temporary

by Jo
(Melbourne, Australia)

We have been looking after my sister in law's chickens, Daisy and Rosie, for the past 3 months whilst they have been on a road trip traveling around Australia.

I am very sad to say that we lost Rosie on the weekend. She was a lovely chook. A little shy, but sweet in nature.

She wasn't even my chicken, and yet I feel so sad that she is gone. We are not sure why it happened, she wasn't exhibiting any signs of being unwell, apart from a bit of extra clucking the day before.

She was the older of the pair, but she wasn't really that old. Even though we were only chick sitting, what joy they have given us!

The eggs have been tasty too, of course, but to see these two hens keep each other company and to watch them scratch around in the dirt, it really has been heart warming and lovely.

Ah Rosie, a sweeter chicken there never was. We will miss you.