Honey was a funny little hen.  She loved to sit on my lap, work with me in the yard

And tell me stories about her life in the coop.

She let me dress her up for Christmas.  I had a great time with this clever and talkative little bird.

Saturday, Honey came up missing.  I looked everywhere, nothing could be found, not even a feather.

Spring is a hard time on those living things that are at the bottom of natures food chain, they are a quick meal for a predator of some sort.

Honey went to the rainbow bridge, probably by way of either the Momma fox that prowls our place day and night or a red-tailed hawk.  She was out happily pecking and scratching in the old hay pile and then she was gone.

Honey will be missed, that is for sure.

Linda