I have a very special relationship with my Americana hen, Emma. When I purchased her she was one day old and had difficulty learning how to eat and drink. Thinking she would not survive I did not get my hopes up in her chances of a life past a few days. What I didn't expect was her fighting spirit and will to live that has now put her in her fourth year of life.
Emma is a snuggler and loves to be held and stroked. I love burying my face in her neck and breathing in the soft dusty smell of her feathers. When food is offered in a treat form, she is the first one up on my lap to partake of the goodness. But even when I don't have food, but sit down on the deck for a rest in the sun, she will come running just to sit on my lap and hang with me.
I have had quite a few chickens pass in my four years of raising them. And each passing is sad. However, I do not want to think about the day that Emma goes to that big coop in the sky. I hope the Lord has a long earthly life for her, but I am His and it is His Will that is to be done in my life. So, I choose to love her each day I have with her. And we will be snuggle buddies to the end, whenever that may be.