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My little friend crossed the rainbow bridge
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Today, I bid farewell to my little friend Gigi, who crossed the rainbow bridge this morning. 🌈 I adopted Gigi and her flock sister, Midge, during lockdown, and they were my delightful companions throughout those challenging times. Gigi was a sweet and beautiful hen, often found indulging in potted plants as if they were her personal spa retreat. While she could be a bit skittish, her friendly nature shone through, and she loved the occasional cuddle. Unlike her feisty sister Midge, Gigi had a gentle spirit and a knack for recognizing her name, always coming running when I called. Fly high, my feathered friend; your spirit will always flutter in my heart. ❤️
| | My little friend Gigi crossed the rainbow bridge this morning. 🌈 I adopted her and her flock sister Midge during lockdown (that they helped in getting through). She was a very sweet and pretty hen that enjoyed getting into potted plants like they were her private spa. She was a tad skittish but unlike her flock mate Midge, that has a bit of aggressive streak, she was always friendly and would tolerate the occasional cuddle. Some say that chickens are incapable of learning their names but she definitely knew hers and would come running when I called her name. Fly high my feathered friend ❤️ [link] [comments] |
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