It's always the damn favorite 😭

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Losing a beloved feathered friend can be a heart-wrenching experience, and the story of Robin is a perfect example of the special bond we can form with our chickens. Hatching on Christmas 2025, Robin stood out from a frail batch of barnyard mix eggs, quickly earning her place in the hearts of her human companions. With her sweet demeanor and a knack for following her owners around, she became the household favorite, effortlessly wiggling into favoritism. The sudden loss of Robin, with no apparent illness, leaves a void that many chicken enthusiasts can relate to. It’s a reminder of the unpredictable nature of life on the farm and the emotional connections we forge with our feathered friends, even when we least expect it.

I had a chicken named Robin (pictured, ft. Pyrenees hair) I hatched out on Christmas 2025. She was named that because she looked like a European robin to me with her coloring. She was from a pretty frail batch of barnyard mix hatching eggs, and was the only one who emerged successfully. Robin was super sweet, and constantly followed my husband and I around, sticking close to our feet. She was hands down our nicest bird, and Robin wiggled our way into favoritism very quickly.

We just discovered her gone to unknown causes. She had no apparent illness. It seems she just went to bed last night, and that was it. I'm very bummed out. I don't typically get attached to chickens, but Robin found a way into a soft spot in our hearts. I wish I'd taken more pictures. The curse of the favorite continues...

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