Lizzy passed away on Thursday.
It was a regular day. I was feeling good because I just finished up a midterm. I wanted to give the girls a special treat, so I brought them out some pasta.
That's when I found the feathers.
Lizzy was my favorite of the new flock. I loved her so much.
And even better, she loved me. Most of my other chickens became very food driven once we introduced treats. Lizzy never did.
If I held out my arm Lizzy would jump up and perch for a while. I never taught her to do this. She just wanted to be close to me.
I miss her so much already, but I am thankful for the time we had. I just wish it could have been longer.
