Friday, July 7, 2023

Sudden Good-Bye to Etta

 Last evening I headed out to the chonkey area for the final evening lock-up.  After throwing a last flake of hay to the donks I headed to the coop to close the little doors against predators.

The scene before me -- Etta James was lying dead on the floor.

I was stunned and just stared at the scene for several minutes.  The other girls were in bed and softly chirping.

I had brought all the girls in from free-range time that afternoon about 3:00. Nothing appeared wrong, everyone behaved normally.

What the bloody heck happened?

Etta (black) in rear


  1. I am so sorry that you lost your feathered friend. I do so enjoy your stories about all your animals.
    Take Care,

  2. Oh, I'm so sorry. So hard to understand when things like that happen. She looks so big and healthy. I love the names you pick for the girls.

  3. Oh no poor Etta and poor you....what a shock!! Another chicken mystery. Sending love and hugs from Cheshire.