Baymule
Herd Master
I had a 7 year old hen that died this spring. She was a black sex link with a red breast, we named her Robin. I took our oldest grand daughter to the feed store when she was 3 to get baby chicks. In my mind's eye I still see her carefully cradling the baby chicks in her hands. Robin was walked on a leash, a participant on "chicken on a string" in which she was tied to a brick so we could take her to the front yard at our old house. She had a bad attitude and was Queen Of The Coop.
You know me and you know I am quick to butcher a hen when she no longer produces, but Robin had that special place in my heart.
I am sorry about the loss of your hen. Just a chicken--uh...nope, she was a friend.
You know me and you know I am quick to butcher a hen when she no longer produces, but Robin had that special place in my heart.
I am sorry about the loss of your hen. Just a chicken--uh...nope, she was a friend.