I know they're just chickens. I know they have a short life span. But...
One of my old girls, Thelma, died last night. I loved Thelma so much! She was so gentle and sweet -- any time little children (or scared adult newbies) came to see the chickens, she was the one I'd get out to let them pet and hold, if they wanted to.
You wouldn't think that poultry would show much personality, but they do! She didn't like to go to bed at night -- she was ALWAYS the last girl to come in at dusk and the last to perch. She also didn't like to fly up to the perch or down in the morning. For years, we'd lift her up and down, until she got to old for the top perch and slept just one foot off the ground.
|Thelma -- the Grand Old Girl (8 years old)|
We originally got 12 girls.
We got two of each of the breeds that I wanted because (stupid ME!) I thought they'd like to have a sister like themselves. I didn't process that they didn't have the faintest idea what THEY looked like, themselves!
|Baby Thelma (the little yellow one) about 5 days old|
|Baby Thelma with her sisters (and 2 brothers) -- one of the yellow chicks (a few weeks old)|
|Teenager Thelma (about 6 months old)|
|Bye bye, old girl! I'll miss you!|