I never thought I would cry so hard over a chicken. Little White is special. She always liked to interact with people. Every time when we approach our flock, she would be tilting up her head, and we would be picking her up and hugging her for a while. For the past three months, I have had hugged her every day. She would just put her head on my shoulder areally stretch out her neck around it, and close her eyes, resting up.
She became sick a couple of days ago, with all the efforts we have tried, she didn’t make it. We buried her in the forest.
Sadly we didn’t take any good photos of our chicken yet and I had to draw her a picture from the memory. I will imprint it forever in my heart. RIP my Little White.