And then there were three…

maybel TC giving a sermon to the rest of her friends last June. they are all pretty much dead now, too.

a young Maybel TC giving a sermon to the rest of her friends last June. they are all pretty much dead now, too.

Went out to the coop last night and Maybel TC had gone to be with Jesus — and, presumably, her boyfriend Balls. Although I’m not really sure about the condition of his soul. I only hope they are spending the afterlife together, making everyone up there really uncomfortable with their constant mating.

She had died in the evening and curled up on her egg.  I felt really bad for not shooting her earlier. Poor gal. She suffered for almost an entire day. Darn you, Internet chicken forums!

I took her to the back of the property and buried her with the egg. Because I’m sentimental. Plus, I don’t want to eat a dying chicken’s egg — that’s just gross.

The skunk did not show his face last night. But investigating her injuries further, we’re wondering if some redneck shot her or something. They were all hanging out by the road all day yesterday.

Perhaps there was a second shooter? Has anyone checked the book depository?

I really hate not knowing. It eats at my soul. I identify with the Rozmiarek‘s more than ever now.

If it were the ugly chickens, I wouldn’t care as much, but our Maybel TC. We think she could technically fetch. Seth is distraught because he could not say goodbye. He is visiting a chicken farm for work and could not be anywhere near poultry for the last 72 hours.

We’re going to buy your chickens later this week. I think they are really just rebound chickens.

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  • colleen

    my dad found these stories of chicken, skunk, and shotgun to be quite entertaining. careful. i think that he might start reading your blog soon. disturbing.