Saturday, Olivia fed the chickens a banana. Sunday, they had watermelon with us. Monday, however, we noticed that Clementine, who hasn't lain an egg for a few weeks, was not her energetic and friendly self. Monday evening, she was droopy, closed her eyes and didn't go up on her roost at 8pm when Nutmeg did. Tuesday morning, I found her dead.
So sad. Rob buried her in the backyard by the fence.
4 comments:
Oh No! That is so sad :( Such is life with animals....
I'm so sorry, Marfa... though glad you have nice memories of her days with your family.
x, Val
Awww... Was she old? We haven't had a chicken die of old age, they've always been attacked.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, Martha. That's so sad.
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