Bye Baby
I’m always fussing about people posting their dead pets on X and making me sad, but *deep breath* last night, something (likely fox) ate my last hen, Baby, and my handsome mille fleur cockerel Moe. They were together in the middle chicken house – the newest and by far the worst cheap Chinese chicken house ever – when something managed to rip the door loose and get in.
Nowt left but a few feathers. That house is coming down!
Moe hatched out of the first fertile egg I ever put under a hen and I hopefully called him Molly, after the woman who sold him to us. Alas, he was also my first ever rooster. He was a fine, strapping beast and all the ladies loved him.
I make no apologies for the name “Baby” – I’d named six other chickens that morning and I was tired. She was the “test egg” I used to see if my new incubator was working; I never expected her to hatch. She was the only chicken whose parents were members of my flock – just an egg I plucked out of the nest box.
Down to two cockerels, Baby’s father Sam and the gigantic Poland lummox Albert. They hate each other, so I still will have to do the cockerel dance all day.
August 25, 2025 — 4:38 pm
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