My sweet Sunny died today.
In looking back over her 'baby pictures', it turns out today is also her birthday.
She was born October 15th, 2004
Seven, presumably happy years.
She was my favorite hen.
She always came to sit in my lap and take a nap if I stayed put long enough.
She'd burrow her head in under my arm, like a chick would do.
She actually seemed to like being petted and would leave the flock to come hang out with me when I was outdoors.
She never had much to say, no gossip to share like a couple of the other hens.
She was quiet and gentle and a fine egg layer.
I won't venture to guess how many eggs she laid in her lifetime, but I do know she laid the occasional egg as late as this summer.
One last thing to note about Sunny--after our rooster died, Sunny grew spurs. There hasn't been much research regarding hens growing spurs, but the theory is that it's a hormonal change that occurs as they age.
She survived the hottest summer on record, only to die on a mild autumn day in her coop.
I'm quite certain there'll never be another like her in my lifetime.