Clover died early this morning. The heat wave was very hard on her poor body and she was found in her coop dead. We are having her body cremated and her ashes put in an urn. There will be a memorial service for her TBA.
Clover was a meat bird and as such she lived a charmed life. She lived 15 months, which is long for someone with her genetic disposition. She grew to 13 pounds, which was too much weight for her organs to take. She was extremely well taken care of and very loved. Clover was happy and curious. She played and explored her world and communicated with body language and a infinite array of facial expressions. She ate organic feed and always had clean, fresh water. She slept safely every night on her straw bed, protected from predators in her coop. She laid many eggs and we still have one of the biggest. She was a friend to Sunflower, the laying hen at Dekum Street Doorway. I know Sunflower must be missing her buddy right about now.
I will miss Clover’s grounded and relaxed confidence, as well as her feisty and beautiful way of holding her own ground. Here was a chicken allowed to be herself in the world. And she shone brightly. You are forever in my heart, dearest Clover.