|Posted by [email protected] on July 5, 2012 at 12:25 AM|
If you've read our last post, then you're aware that the farm recently acquired several new chickens. This post, however, is a remembrance of one of the old chickens, Beaky, rest her fowl's soul.
Of the four original chickens, she was the one that I could most easily distinguish. She had blue merle feathers, a wonky beak, and an indomitable spirit.
Although her beak made it difficult to eat, she made up for it by being smart and alert. When one called to the chickens she was the first to come, and she would follow the caller. To the bearers of food, Beaky was always very friendly. She never tried to jump anyone like the goats would; rather, she would gladly eat out of one's hand in a precise and dignified manner.
Unfortunately, a penchant for eating dog food may have been her downfall.
On this day, July 4, 2012, Mr. Avrett discovered the fallen hen, after several days of absence, beneath the floorboards of the porch. Although he did not thoroughly investigate her cause of death, it seemed to him that her neck had been broken. By one of the dogs.
Dear, sweet Beaky, may you forage in a forest whose floor is comprised of corn and insects.
Forays in a strange, new land
Rest in peace, Beaky