Bad News.

I really hate to write this post but we lost one of our girls over New Years Eve.  Poor Henrietta was done in by a hawk.

We weren’t even here – we were still out-of-town for the holidays.  My neighbors who were taking care of the chickens found her and took care of her.  And the wonderful people actually wrapped her body, took her home and buried her properly in their backyard.

Still, I grieved.  I actually grieved for a chicken.

I really didn’t think that it would affect me that much but apparently I’ve become much more attached to those silly girls than I realized.  After a couple of days, I was feeling much better but I still have had trouble writing this post.

So, here it is.  If you hear me talk about my 3 girls, now you know what happened to the fourth.

RIP Henrietta.

    1. So far so good (fingers crossed). We hung CDs from our trees an it seems to work.. As long as they are mostly all hanging right and spinning instead of caught on trees!

  1. sorry to hear about your girl- once a vet told me, “god created chickens to be prey animals, be happy for the time you got with her.” she had a good & loving family! xxooo

    1. Thank you Kristin – the phrase about them created as prey animals is actually strangely comforting. I know it was hard on you to lose your girls too. Thanks for sharing that!

  2. As the result of a third grade silence project, I became the owner of a lively white hen named Sylvia. She lived in the house until finally my mother had had enough. Sylvia was evicted and forced to live with our other chickens (Rhode island reds, I think) in the backyard coop. Eventually the coons got to he and half the other chickens, and I remember crying over losing her.

    Later on, as those who understand chickens as gateway livestock do, we added goats to our farm. They were a lovely and friendly sort, multiplying into a beautiful herd. Until one day the coyotes (pronounced Kai-Yoats) came and decimated them all. I was at college when that happened and I’ll freely admit I mourned.

    Losing an animal that you are responsible for is a tragic thing. Now that I’m a full-fledged adult, I still think back with tenderness about them.

    Hugs to you and Henrietta’s sisters.

    RIP Henrietta.

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