This is not part of my story but I feel I need to do this
R.I.P Chocolate
Chicken, hen, Speckled Sussex
she got sick and I was being an lazy aft. it was my fault she died. even tough i'm in high school and have a million things I have to do I know that I still had time if I had cared more. her sisters had been sick to because of muolting and I gave them meds but when we figured it was because of malting I thought that was wrong and didn't do a thing. this is the first chicken I ever lost not due to shipping.
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She was my baby.
She was as sweet as her name.
Whenever I was upset I would go to her and she would sit quietly as I cried into her feathers.
When I came into the coop upset she would peck softly at my shoes until I would pick her up.
She was the only chicken I trusted to be in the house without trying to fly away.
She was the only one that didn't feel awkward to hold and her weight was perfect also.
When I brought scraps out she knew I would make sure she got something or just want to be petted.
I gave her special treats and when she took them she would be gentle unlike her sisters.
She earned her name by her coloring, a deep rich brown with small white spots.
I could tell her from a distance because of her face and body.
Her eyes were a dark orange, and eye lids light blue.
She was 1 and a half years old.
She was the only chicken that would let me pick her up without running away.
I could tell her eggs from the others and always better tasting.
I will always miss her and will never forget her; she was special from day one and will always be special.