More Goodbyes

   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. 

Foxes and Goodbyes

   Last week when I came home from school (5/27), my Mom had some bad news for me.

   A fox. It had gotten into the chicken's pen. It jumped our two layers of fencing and found a hole in our hawk netting. Hazel was killed. Julie and Ceci where too far gone. (Sunny was killed last year but, that is a story for another time).
  
   They stole my heart in the four years we had together. I do not know what I will do without chickens. Luckily, the chicks will be hatching in about exactly a month. I loved those chickens more than I ever thought I would or could.