My chicken friends had a funeral for one of the hens.

I live where feral chickens are endemic to the area. This little flock and I have become very close. I love them dearly and know each one by name.

I think Monica became egg bound and deteriorated overnight. She waddled up to me this morning and I could tell she was actively dying.

I snuggled her and told her what a good chicken she was and that I loved her. It started to rain, so I tucked her in beside my door to stay dry and went in for a shower. When I returned, she had passed and the rest of the flock was there. It wasn’t raining anymore, so I moved her to the grass and they all followed.

They spent several minutes staring at her, clucking and squeaking. Then her fucking DAUGHTER sat down next to her and I lost it. Solo is an ornery little thing, so it was sad seeing her subdued like that.

I just wanted to share with other folks who love chickens. She was a good girl and will be missed.