Little Red

The big Black Chicken with the red neck is my chicken. Actually she was as much Eddie's as mine. He always pulled grass and took it to her. He also saw her as very special. I called her Little Red which anyone can see this is no small chicken. She and I became soul mates when she began to come to the gate to meet me in anticipation of some scraps that I might bring. All the others would run or pay no attention to me unless I were to walk toward them and they scattered like flies.

I came to the chicken house the other day to see Little Red was in the small bin with her tail feathers looking at me rather than her head. I reached in and pulled her out and gathered the eggs underneath her which she alone always produced one big brown egg. It wasn't there so I thought I had disturbed her before she laid her egg. When I reached for her she never pecked at me. She just slowly walked away when I put her on the ground looking back to see what I might have brought her. I had brought nothing.

That was the last time I saw my chicken. Eddie told me on the way to Church that he had found her on the nest and she had died. He told this to me on the way to Church!!! I didn't even have time to cry. It seems so odd to me that one could love a chicken but I loved Little Red. She was just that a chicken but she had personality. She would cock her head and look at me when I came into her presence. One of her sisters brought the blood from my wrist when I took her off her nest to steal eggs but my Little Red was always gentle.

I don't know when she was born but she died on March 8, 2010 and she will be missed.