Sorry for not posting in a few days, but hadn’t really been in the mood for writing. Our family has some very sad news to share.
I knew this time would come one day but it sure did come as a shock to all. The matriarch of our homestead and poster chicken for urban homesteading, Miss Clementine, quickly and peacefully passed away in Jordanne’s arms on Friday afternoon at the ripe old age of eight.
Her chickenship was a very happy and healthy chicken to the end, eating grubs, greens and hanging with her gal friends.
But last week, she wasn’t her normal self. We noticed she was slower and not as bossy around the chickens as much. On Friday afternoon I went into the animal compound and found her in the corner just sitting there. I knew it wasn’t a good sign and frantically called for Jordanne. Jordanne brought her into the house, sat on the couch and and held her on her lap., stroking and talking to her until her heart slowed and, in a matter of a seconds, stopped.
The first of our city chicken flock, she was certainly the world’s most famous chicken. Clementine was featured in countless articles, video pieces, books and even our 2011 “Little Homestead” calendar.
Our fluffy black cochin was not only a beautiful but also a very sweet chicken. Everyone who met her immediately liked her. She loved dust baths, grubs, sitting in laps and ruling the roost!
All of us had a good hard cry as she is one of the oldest living critters to have passed away here on the urban homestead. She was a very special chicken to a lot of folks and will be (is) missed.
I still look for her amongst the flock and pains me to see that she’s gone.
Our “Darling Clementine” now lies in the garden, under an apple tree.
You are lost but not gone forever