The day start out as any other. I woke up, threw some clothes on and went out to the chicken house to let the chickens out. This has been my daily routine for 2 years.
Today was different. When I opened the door, one of my Silver Laced Wyandottes was laying on the floor dead. I opened the door to let the chickens out, then grabbed the Silver Laced Wyandotte to get it out of the chicken house. The body was cold and rigor mortis had set in.
A couple of days ago something killed one of my Black Jersey Giants. That is two of my full grown hens who were 2 years old have either died or been killed. That sucks. It really sucks. These hens were in their prime years, spring is here, egg production is picking back up and bam out of nowhere this Silver Laced Wyandotte dies out of nowhere.
On Friday, April 4th my wife and I picked up a Satsuma tree along with 5 bags of cow manure and compost mix. We already have two Satsuma trees in the ground and growing, but we wanted a third tree.
Instead of burying the chicken, or throwing it out in the woods for some wild critter to eat, I planted the Satsuma tree on top of the Silver Laced Wyandotte.
Hopefully the circle of life will continue.
Why do I feel so sad about this chicken dying? You take something and raise it from the time it was just a couple of days old, take care of it, feed it, water it, build a house for it, and then it dies.
Why does crap like this have to happen?
All of my chickens are named nugget. Kinda keeps it simple and reminds me and them of their place in the world.
So long nugget, you will be missed.
Video from March 2012. The hen who died is one of the chicks in this video. It seems like just a few days ago you were just a small chick. She was more than “just” a chicken, she was one of my pets.