I hate that I haven't even gotten it together to post about the chicks, and I'm already having to do this.
Tallulah, you were one rad little lady. You were the one Daisy named, with an insistence on the surname because after all, you were part of our family the minute you were scooped out of the cage and into the box full of wood shavings at the feed store. You were exceedingly friendly from the very beginning, the first one to bravely stand in the center of someone's hand rather than cower in chickeny...chicken-ness.
You were a good eater, and you certainly did not poop in your water any more than any of the other chicks. You were precocious at roosting. We really liked you a lot, and you were taken from us too soon. And I don't know why your picture insists on being sideways.
We held a hasty funeral, with Dug on speakerphone from the airport where he was about to leave for a business trip. We placed a temporary stone, laid flowers, sang "Amazing Grace", cried a lot.
Daisy's holding it together, but Molly is kind of a mess after her first real brush with mortality. "I just love so many people", she told me. She made me promise to let everyone know, so I am, with all respect to our fuzzy little friend.
I knew this was probably going to happen, but it doesn't make it any easier. Poor Tallulah. Poor little Nichols girls.