3/10/11 – 12/13/12
Rest in peace pretty girl, I miss you.
Harriet was my first chicken and my favorite. She made me laugh on a daily basis. She was the leader of the pack and always the one to blaze a new trail. She was fast, she was fluffy, she was incredibly friendly. I know she was just a chicken, but I was pretty darned fond of her.
A predator took her life. Now we’re going after the predator with a live trap. Harriet was the second hen we’ve lost to this predator. I think it’s a raccoon, but we’ll see. The loss of the first hen made me feel bad, but the loss of Harriet was different. For two days after she died, the other hens would not venture away from their pen unless we were with them.
Dang. I miss that chicken. Sounds kind of crazy, doesn’t it?