Farewell, Lily

I am sad to say that Lily, my favorite chicken, passed away on July 31st.

I remember getting Lily. I impatiently waited weeks to pick up my three Porcelain d’Uccle and two Mottled Houdan chicks. One of each breed ended up being a rooster. I was left with three chickens then, who became some of my favorite chickens: Lily, Dannielle, and Victoria. All of them ended up being super sweet.

When Lily was several months old, she started showing affection for me. I would go out to the coop with a lawn chair, sit out there, and she would climb on the chair to sit in my lap. Lily would stay there for twenty to thirty minutes sometimes. She was always happy when I came out to the coop–and that made me happy.

Time went by, and both Lily and I grew very attached to each other. I even remember taking a picture frame with a picture of her in it when I went on vacation for a week, because I knew I would miss her so much. Whenever I was having a bad day, I would take her to a quiet place in the yard, and talk to her. She happily listened and even though I knew she could not comprehend what I was saying (to my knowledge), it was comforting knowing that she was there.

Lily did so many funny things. She would always be noisy whenever they were out of food and water, because she wanted to let me know what I had to do. When it snowed, I would put Lily in it and she would freak out! Once, I was doing a photography session with my chickens in the snow, and I took one of my chickens to one side of the run to take pictures. All of my other chickens were deathly afraid of the snow, and never dared to go outside. However, Lily loved me so much that she bravely went out in the snow to be with me. Isn’t that sweet?

Soon, I began to be busier with school and just life in general and we began to move apart. I did not always spend time with her, but still, when I would come to see her in the coop, she would fly on me.

On Saturday, July 30th, I noticed Lily was acting a bit lethargic. But I know from many years of raising chickens, that that happens, so I did not think anything of it. However, the next day, when I let them out, Lily could barely walk. I had noticed before that Lily had lost weight, but once again, I did not think anything of it. On the July 31st, I took her and put her in the house. She drank tons of water and stood around all day, with her feathers ruffled up, her head tucked in, and eyes closed. Last year, at nearly the same time, I had another chicken get sick the same way, but after a couple weeks, she recovered. I hoped it would be the same for Lily. It was not so.

On Sunday night on the 31st, as she was standing in the feed, she began to fall over. I walked over to the cage and noticed that she was dying. I sat beside her, watching her last breaths. After minutes, mucous began coming out of her beak–I knew it was the end. I picked her up, wrapped her in a towel, and was at least happy that she passed away cuddled in my arms.

I buried Lily a few minutes later. Lily was like a Lily. She was like the beauty and joy, taking away from the depressing swamp–she was sweet and loyal, amidst hard times. Lily will be missed and will always have a place in my heart.

Lily, March 11th, 2013-July 31st, 2015



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