We lost our favourite chicken last night. I know, just a chicken, right? Big deal. It's not like we lost a pet.But that's the thing, Amelia was more than just a chicken. She was a pet. She was very tame and would often come into the house to sit with one of us.She would scratch around the kitchen while we were eating breakfast then quietly cluck at one of us to be picked up for cuddle.We named her after Amelia Earhart because she was always the first of all our chickens to go exploring. Right from the moment we got our first 6 chickens, Amelia came up to us while the others hid. Often posing for photos.Amelia on day 1, posing for a photoIt's very sad when you lose a pet, and although this won't hit us as hard as when we inevitably lose one of our dogs, it's still really sad. Both my wife and I have shed a few tears for Amelia this morning.We'll miss you, girl. x Thanks for reading this post via RSS. RSS is ace, and so are you. ❤️ You can reply to this post by email, or leave a comment.