No, not the traditional story of a naughty little girl and a wolf in grandma's nightgown. Little red was a red Cochin hen of mine. She passed away this evening, she was my last pure Cochin hen.
Apparently, the chickens decided this afternoon to take a stroll in the neighbor's yard. They have a tied Golden Retriever that is very friendly, but it's still a dog. Little Red underestimated the dog's lead, or simply didn't see her and she got too close. The dog, being a dog, did what dogs do, she caught the charming new toy and proceeded to 'play' with it. My neighbor got Little Red away from the dog, but my girl was injured. My neighbor thought the chicken had a broken leg, but I couldn't feel any kind of break. I put Little Red in a large birdcage, comfortably, hoping she was just banged up a little. However, it was not to be. A few hours later, she passed quietly away.
I don't blame my neighbor in the slightest. If the chickens hadn't wandered where they didn't belong, it wouldn't have happened. Still doesn't make me feel any better though. I probably won't get anymore chickens. I have a pair left, and if they go, for whatever reason, then I suppose I will be out of chickens for the first time in over a decade.
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