We are very sad here on the farm. Our beloved little Silkie chicken passed away last night. We’re not sure exactly what did her in, but she has always been the quiet one huddled in the corner, bottom of the pecking order. I brought her in yesterday to bathe her as she had not been grooming herself. Later in the evening, it was apparent that she was fading. We all surrounded and cuddled her, where she gasped her last breath of air. Then she quietly and peacefully left us. Now you may think it’s kinda quacky (or clucky) to have a chicken funeral, but it seemed appropriate. She may be just a chicken, but she made us eggs and sang us songs with her girly voice. The kids pulled it all together with music and flowers and we had a nice little service for her in the front yard. I think Hubby and I made some pretty cool kids.