Last week, we had to say goodbye to our matriarch. Proud, rebellious, beautiful Violet.
The oldest photos I could find of her are from 2011, so she lived to be at least 8. That's a pretty long life for a little chicken.
Most of our hens come when they are called. Violet, however, only comes when she is ready. At night, our flock stays in an enclosed pen with their house, which keeps them safe from predators. When we are home during the day, they get to graze and forage and romp all over our back yard. At bedtime, the other girls head to their pen. Violet usually gets stubborn, hides under a cedar tree, and acts indignant. We've had to shoo her into the pen several times. As she goes through the gate, Violet stands tall and struts inside. Lately, she has been taking lots of long naps and last week, passed away during the night. I guess she was ready to fly the coop.
I sure hope Violet enjoyed her time as matriarch of our back yard flock.