Born probably about 4 years ago- Died August 26th 2012
Henrietta, at least I think your name was Henrietta. I can’t really remember what I named you all when we moved in last year. But I’m pretty sure you were my favorite and I would have clearly named my favorite chicken Henrietta.
She was a loving chicken. If a chicken can be loving. She was the most vocal, anyway, when the 4 of them accidentally got locked out of their coop on their weekly afternoons in the yard. She was always the most friendly of the ladies, and would walk up to a child sitting on the ground and peck at their sweet little hands sending some of them running to their mothers in tears.
Henrietta passed away at the hands of our bird dog, Roscoe. While staying the weekend, my Well Intentioned Mother In Law let Henrietta out of her coop at the same time as Roscoe Dog was out in the yard. Roscoe, being a born bird dog and a well bread English Springer Spaniel took her life somehow. I don’t know, I wasn’t even home.
She was found by my Well Intentioned Mother In Law and laid to rest under a cardboard box in the yard until my husband got home to move her to her final resting place, the garbage can. Luckily for her, it had recently been trash day so the garbage can was empty and clean.
Henrietta gave us months worth of delicious farm fresh eggs in the year we have known her. At least I’m pretty sure she did. They all lay their eggs in the same nesting box ,but I’m sure she contributed. She was my favorite after all.
Our first Eggs & Hazel in her Spica
Henrietta is survived by the other three chickens out in the coop, all whom have names that I can’t remember.