Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I never thought when I received my box of chicks last year that I would get so attached to them. I found one of our chickens dead today. I don't know what happened to her, but she will be missed. She was much more of a pet than a farm animal. I guess it sounds silly, but she was good company. She followed me around the garden begging for fat juicy worms. She was always happy to see me. Of course, seeing me meant food so her behavior is understandable. I didn't even mind trudging through the winter snow to feed her and the others and make sure their heat lamp was working. Most of my friends thought I was nuts to want chickens. Buffy was a good chicken and provided us with golden brown eggs and a lot of fun.