Let us please have a moment of silence for Chewbacca, whose chicken soul has went to be in the great free range feed lot in the sky. This morning I awoke good and early (for those of you that know me – gasp!) only to find the smallest of my hens in a not-so-chicken-comfortable-position, that is, stretched out on her side and D-E-D dead. I have recently wondered if she was sick as she was often sitting alone in unusual places and a bit slow to move when I would check on her. Luckily there was no fowl play such as dogs or hawks, though mysteriously there is a giant hole in my prickly pear cactus and large pieces that have obviously been eaten…leads one to wonder if she overdosed on prickly pear – a growing cause of fatality among young chickens these days. Evidently it is a hard-knock-life for chickens in the desert.
Chewbacca, we barely knew you as you scampered away from us on your chicken haunches, but still we loved you. You were a hen among chickens, a beauty among fowls, and a lousy egg layer – and we shall miss you.