It's always the damn favorite 😭

I had a chicken named Robin (pictured, ft. Pyrenees hair) I hatched out on Christmas 2025. She was named that because she looked like a European robin to me with her coloring. She was from a pretty frail batch of barnyard mix hatching eggs, and was the only one who emerged successfully. Robin was super sweet, and constantly followed my husband and I around, sticking close to our feet. She was hands down our nicest bird, and Robin wiggled our way into favoritism very quickly.

We just discovered her gone to unknown causes. She had no apparent illness. It seems she just went to bed last night, and that was it. I'm very bummed out. I don't typically get attached to chickens, but Robin found a way into a soft spot in our hearts. I wish I'd taken more pictures. The curse of the favorite continues...