So...for those of you who know my chickens. I have sad news. Lady Gwen is no more. She was killed, apparently by a neighborhood dog. I feel a little guilty because I guess I could have kept her in the chicken coop all the time, but she seemed to like to be out and about, hanging with the cats and eating from the garden. Sigh...
At any rate, I'm gonna miss that crazy chicken, lining up with the cats for cat food, standing by my shovel when I was gardening picking out worms, sitting on my shoulder and eating out of my hands. And how many chickens wait every evening to be chauffeured to their place in the barn? Not many, I guess. Plus she actually came when I called her. I can't really say that for any of the other animals at my house. (Or the kids, or the husband really). So goodbye Lady Gwen, you totally unreplaceable fowl. I will see you on the other side.