She was known as Mother.
Nothing could stop this chick from brooding.
She was the best mom and I loved her through and through for it.
And this is Babette nesting with her sister Clementine.
I lost Clementine to the same creature almost exactly one year before. I had left to the hospital to hold my newborn cousin Elijah... and returned after dusk to find my dear little Clementine headless, outside the coop, with the cat standing over her.
I loved Clem just as much as Babette, even though Clem was twice the brat. Her nickname was Turkey.
Because she was a half-breed she was small. And I thought she was small enough that if I ever peeled her down, she'd look like a Cornish hen under all those feathers.
Truth was, her attitude was the biggest thing about her..... no, strike that. Her mother's heart was.
They were my babies though.....
I had to orient them to their new home. And the first night, dusk fell quickly so that when I went out to put them in the coop.... they were so ready to get up on a roost that they all flew to my head and shoulders!!
Then the last, flew up on the back of the one on my head. There was quite a carrying on!! I had to keep calm and walk gingerly into the coop and pluck them each off of my head, shoulders, and arms and place them. ....
Babette laying.... she was my best.
Babs, Clem, and Dinah- another I lost from the same batch. Babette was my little: "Last of the Mahicans." ...and now, she too is gone.