Chrissy died this morning.
Chrissy was the sweetest chicken I’ve ever met. She was no bigger at fourteen weeks old than she was at six weeks old because her cross beak inhibited her development. Oscar is taking it hard. I warned him from the start that I did not expect her to live but he spent a lot of time hand feeding her, so it makes sense that it hurts his heart so much.
If you’ve missed previous posts about Chrissy check out this and this and this.
Rest in Peace little chick.
Ahhh, so sorry to hear that….you gave her every chance and Oscar should be proud that he was able to give her as much time as she had….she wouldn’t have made it this far without his help! It’s amazing how much they touch our lives when we care for them as something other than “just an animal”! Give him a big hug from me!
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I’m so sorry about Chrissy! These life lessons are hard. On a brighter note….I’m really enjoying your blog!
Thank you Holley. When your life calms down, let’s talk again about guest posts 🙂