Tuesday, January 22, 2013
I went out this morning to feed the chickens and rabbits, and sadly Bluebelle had passed away in her sleep. I am going to miss that blue egg laying, fluffy cheeked hen. Blue was always the first chicken to beg for food, or follow us around the yard scratching for bugs. She was my pick chick last spring, and the prettiest hen we had.
Death is inevitable on a farm, just as it is in life, but there are still those times that death hurts. Today is one of those days. All of the chickens have their own personality and special characteristics. Bluebelle added something to our chicken flock. She gifted us daily with the most amazing blue eggs and a fearless attitude. I will yearn for her a bit tonight and miss her for long after......