This morning, I went to let the chickens out of their roost, and found our beloved Lizzie curled up and passed away. She looked like she honestly died in her sleep.
And what a shock! That was the last thing I expected to find this morning. She has been doing so well since our big raccoon attack in November, getting along great with our new chickens, acting very happy. I am glad she died peacefully and not at the hands of a predator. I am glad she died having new chicken friends and not enemies.
I am sure that something internal happened, because I have kept a close eye on her old wounds since November. I am sure some kind of infection or internal injury caught up to her. We wouldn't have been able to do anything about that kind of thing.
In the whole scheme of the food chain, I realize that chickens are at the level of feeder fish. They are very disposable. But in our little slice of the world, they are our pets and friends. So the kids are having a hard time this morning. I am having a hard time this morning. Lizzie was a sweet chicken. She would sit on your lap and let you pet her. She cooed when you pet her, and she endured a lot.
We will miss her.
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I am so sorry about Lizzie. I know that people who do not have chickens will think they are "like feeder fish" but they are really wonderful pets. I don't know what I would do if something happened to mine. I raised them from day old chicks and just love them!
We are raising broilers this year and to me there is a very clear distinction between "chickens we eat" and "chickens who are pets." I'm sure it sounds weird but my girls are...well...my girls!
Thinking of all of you...
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