One of my chickens passed suddenly yesterday and I’m still processing it.

Yesterday, I received some heartbreaking news: one of my beloved chickens, Twizzy, passed away unexpectedly while we were out of town. My wife, who grew up on a farm, convinced me to embrace this quirky chicken life last summer, and we welcomed two feathered friends into our home. Now, returning to a coop that feels emptier without Twizzy is a tough pill to swallow. Penny, the remaining chicken, is still eating and drinking, but it’s hard watching her roam the yard alone. As she enters the coop tonight without her buddy, I can’t help but feel a deep sense of loss. Rest easy, Twizzy—your presence will be dearly missed, and my heart aches for Penny as she adjusts to this new reality.