Photo by Audrey Pavia
Shiva , the little Sebright who gravel me bulge out in chickens .
I was take care at my stack of bantams the other day and of a sudden remembered how I came to ownchickens . It was all thanks to a Sebright hen by the name of Shiva .
Ever since I was a Thomas Kid , I had always need wimp . Here I was living in Norco , where everyone had chicken except me . What was I afraid of ? I think I was concerned that they would become flat .
My baby Heidi , who resides in a condo and survive the urban - farm life style vicariously through me , help me get past my fright . She called me one day and sound out , “ I have a chicken that ask a home . ”
Heidi , who is a veterinarian , had a node take the air into her clinic that sidereal day with a hen the node found on her place . Of course she called me . What was she going to do with a chicken ?
I go and foot up the hen . I knew very little about chickens and spent some clip on the Internet trying to discover her breed . I decide she was a flatware - laced Sebright . She was a tiny matter , and we named her Shiva . We put her in a brand - new minicoopwe had purchase at the feed computer storage .
I knew chickens should not go alone , so I figured I needed to get at least one more bird . I chat a friend of mine who run a sawbuck rescue and took one of the pullets she had deliver from an abandon place . As shortly as I put the raw youngster in the coop with Shiva , she began attacking the poor thing . That Shiva was a feisty one . She was always tend around and seemed to have no fear . I hung a bell and mirror made for a parakeet in the coop , and Shiva would regularly gaze at her image and knell the bell . I do it her , but I could n’t stand watching her beat up the poor fryer . I make up one’s mind that she was too belligerent to live with another chicken in such small confines and thought she might do well in a place where she would have more elbow room .
I called my Quaker at the horse rescue and need her if she would take Shiva . In rally , I would take a couple more of her deliver pullets . She agreed .
The day I dropped Shiva off at the deliverance and took two more pullet in her place , I felt up very distressing . I ’d only had Shiva about a month , but she had so much personality . It was hard to allow her go , but she had convinced me that I demand to have an full flock of birds . Unfortunately , it was manifest she was extend to harass them .
I kept in touch with my friend for regular updates on Shiva . She was living in a large coop with a young peacock butterfly and a couple of larger chickens that would n’t take her crap . She seemed to be doing well there .
A yr or so went by and I decided to take a drive down to chitchat the horse rescue . I was unquiet to see Shiva ; I still missed her . When I bugger off there , I was devastate to find out that she had died . My friend had lost a number of her chickens that fountain to a disease , and Shiva was one of them .
I still feel sad whenever I think of that little biddy . In the brusk time I had her , she convince me that chicken - keeping was something I just had to do . The flock I have in my thousand now is her legacy .
