RIP Honey Mustard
RIP Honey Mustard
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I went out to the chicken coop/run today to say hello to the girls, Jasper, and to fix the make-shift roof I made over part of the run that protects the chicks and bunny from the hot sun during the day.
I was walking around, looking for eggs as usual, and I spotted Honey. Dead.
I was so upset! I know she was just a chicken. But she was the first chicken we got.
Honey. About 2 weeks ago.
We got her and Lemon as chicks in April of 2009. She was what started the whole Hobby Farm idea going in motion. It’s been a sad day for me.
We don’t know what happened. The birds are in an eight foot tall enclosed run connected to their coop (a shed). Although I know we have foxes and coyotes, I don’t know how they would have gotten in, and back out. There were no holes dug under the fence.
The chicken coop. The fenced run is in the back.
We’re thinking it might have been a hawk. There is no top, and it’s the likely conclusion. Although, since the bird was still there, and wasn’t taken…I just don’t know. I guess a feral cat or raccoon could have scaled the fence. She could have for all we know gotten bit by something poisonous. We’re just too green here to figure it out, probably. I took some advice I read online, and have hung strings across the top with cd’s hanging from it to deter the hawks. It looks like a disco tech now – hehe.
The chickens in their run.
Honey was a sweet bird. She was just over two years old. She was at the top of the pecking order. She was the boss. When you came in to the run, she’d follow you around everywhere, just to make sure your not messing with anything. You could pet her, and hold her. She was essentially a pet…not just a farm chicken.
She laid the hugest, heaviest brown eggs. You’d hear her caw at about 11am every morning announcing that she laid an egg. If she was hungry or thirsty, she’d let you know….she wouldn’t stop calling until you came out and took care of her.
I found a good spot on a hill in the back ‘yard’ and burried her. I know, it’s just a chicken. But she was our pet. This will be our pet graveyard. Sad day.
I will miss you very much!
RIP Honey Mustard