Snow swirled in the wind. The constant barrage of white, frozen precipitation came with a cold snap; the likes of which I’ve never seen. The chickens refused to leave thier house. The horses stood, miserable, within their shelters. The new miniature ponies huddled together in the barn.
And I felt terribly guilty.
Lucy, my dearest lap chicken, was all alone. Nobody cuddled or snuggled her. She shivered, feathers puffed to retain her body heat.
I recruited Perkins, a very kind and sweet Barred Rock Chicken, to be Lucy’s friend.
They huddled together for warmth.
Feather, my other Mille Fleur Bantam, seemed cold, too. She snuggled with Gunther, but Gunther often left the egg shed (where they canoodled) to crow at Gladiator.
I shoved her in with Lucy, too.
Three days they stayed together. Three days of buddy-buddy love, friendship, and warmth.
On day four, I checked the egg shed. Pip, the third rooster, seemed very quiet. He didn’t crow for a long time.
He didn’t make it.
I opened the hen house to check the other chickens and they marched out in formation, sniffing out breakfast.
Unfortunately, when I opened Lucy’s house, she didn’t react.
The cold snap took two of my chickens.
Including my lap chicken.