She was our prettiest girl. She was the best at catching worms. As of today, she's no longer with us, not in the coop with her sisters, not scratching around the run, not rolling the the garden dirt. A tragic death.
There were many, many tears here today all around. As much as we like to think of ourselves as city farmers, these hens are truly our pets. We love them so.
Dear Violet, your beauty and your personality and your brown-speckled eggs brought us much laughter and happiness.