
We had four of our chickens die in the same day. I am guessing, being that chickens are not the smartest animal, that they did not drink enough and died of heat. It had been around 100 degrees. I was so sad. This chicken was my favorite. He is just fun to look at, ya know! All of the kids loved him as well, hence so many names. He has a different name given by each member of the family.
Dearest Mohawk; Though your time with us has been short, it has most enjoyable. You came to us as a baby. We were able nurture you and watch you grow to the ripe old age of three months. Farewell, we know that you are in a happier - and cooler - place with your fellow unfortunate siblings. We will think of you often, at least untill the kids find another pet to replace you. The May's
2 comments:
Leys hope that there isn't an "ode to Grandma" anytime soon!!
ohhhh i love mohawk too...even though we never met, you'll be missed
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