Miss Easter, The Tea Chick
It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that 'Miss Easter', the big white chicken that was dropped off on Easter Sunday a few years ago, has passed away. As far as we know there was no 'fowl play'. She was lying peacefully beside the holly tree with not a feather out of place. She loved it there. I guess she felt safe there from the marauding hawk who terrorizes my girls. It would have served him right if he had clamped onto her big bustle. She must have weighed 15 lbs. He would have dislocated his beak! I can see it now, eyes bulging, talons barely able to get a grip on her regal neck. Thank God she was spared that frightening experience.
She was quite a character. She loved strolling up to the window in the fairy room and
peering in at the customers, like she expected to see someone she knew. 'Oh
yes, there's Monna! Hello dear! Helllllo!!! Out here, under the bush!' Not
every chicken can steal your heart like she did. It's a fact. Most chickens
are rather cool customers. They act like they're your friend while you have
scones in your pockets, but as soon as the last crumb drops they're after a
June bug or running off after a beetle in the grass. Miss Easter just plain
loved people. In the morning, as soon as Phoebe and I opened the door she
would come through like she just KNEW it would be a great day.
What a girl! She was a Christian chicken. I never saw her gossiping with the other girls or swinging her bustle at Mr. Ruppert, the rooster. She didn't lust after
anyone elses bugs or steal scones from them either. For her size she was
quite graceful to. She will be missed, indeed. You may send contributions,
in lieu of flowers, to the 'Aged Tea Chickens Benevolent Society' at this
address. Please be generous, there are a lot of old hens out there in need
of teeth. Your donations will be put to good use. A memorial service will be
held later, date to be announced.
Somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere in times own space
There must be some sweet grassy place,
where June bugs crawl and crickets sing
and hens and roosters live again. PKR
She was quite a character. She loved strolling up to the window in the fairy room and
peering in at the customers, like she expected to see someone she knew. 'Oh
yes, there's Monna! Hello dear! Helllllo!!! Out here, under the bush!' Not
every chicken can steal your heart like she did. It's a fact. Most chickens
are rather cool customers. They act like they're your friend while you have
scones in your pockets, but as soon as the last crumb drops they're after a
June bug or running off after a beetle in the grass. Miss Easter just plain
loved people. In the morning, as soon as Phoebe and I opened the door she
would come through like she just KNEW it would be a great day.
What a girl! She was a Christian chicken. I never saw her gossiping with the other girls or swinging her bustle at Mr. Ruppert, the rooster. She didn't lust after
anyone elses bugs or steal scones from them either. For her size she was
quite graceful to. She will be missed, indeed. You may send contributions,
in lieu of flowers, to the 'Aged Tea Chickens Benevolent Society' at this
address. Please be generous, there are a lot of old hens out there in need
of teeth. Your donations will be put to good use. A memorial service will be
held later, date to be announced.
Somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere in times own space
There must be some sweet grassy place,
where June bugs crawl and crickets sing
and hens and roosters live again. PKR
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