and they left footprints…
Betty
was our first loss on the farm. She was one of Matt and Michelle’s original 3 chickens we got as egg layers in Magna, Utah. She was the sweetest Easter egger we've had and she was the only all black one in the bunch of Easter Eggers. She is greatly missed.
Pip
was the last duckling to be born on farm. They have a hiatal hernia and didn't survive. He has the very best life he could for 3 days. We buried him beneath the strawberry patch so the earth could reclaim him and bring him peace.
Min
was our sweet little shi-poo? Shi-doodle? She started her life as Matt’s dog but was quickly dognapped by Steve. She was feisty and loved to play lion tamer by putting her head in her brother’s mouth so he could drag her around the floor. We miss you Min-a-min.
The bucklings
were a tragedy. Priscilla was pregnant with triplets on her first freshening and stalled with no complications until 10 days after Persephone was born and we noticed feet coming out of Priscilla. We rushed her to the vet at 11pm and by 3 am we had extracted the two buckling whom were both breech. The babies that never made it home.
Olive
was the chicken we 100% believed was our olive egger of our newer batch of chickens. She had the cutest Mohawk and was a beautiful grey girl. We aren't sure how she died, but we found her quickly and buried her in the woods. If she was our olive egger she gifted her color to one of the other ladies upon death because we still get beautiful Olive colored eggs from the charcuterie chicks.
Graham
was our khaki Campbell drake. He was a handsome fellow and mostly kind to the ladies. He died in his sleep in the coop with his ladies and is buried next to Olive.
Wilma
was one of our other original 3 chickens from Magna. She was a silver laced Wyandotte and she was never one to be loved on. She was a wonderful chicken and was best friends with Karen until her last day.