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RIP Aggie

By Chooksandroots @chooksandroots

Yesterday was a sad day. As I went to shut the girls in, I noticed a still, lifeless body in the run. Aggie, our feisty little brown chicken was no more. At first I thought a fox had got into the garden, but on closer inspection it simply seemed to be a case of old age.

We  adopted Aggie and Winnie a couple of years ago, and on reflection they have produced the most expensive eggs in the history of the universe. I don’t recall Aggie actually laying any eggs, and Winnie’s production line is sporadic, to say the very least.

RIP Aggie

Very soon, the run we bought for them wasn’t nearly big enough, so I bought a massive dog crate to use as an extension. Then the OH built them a des res run that was fixed at the bottom of our garden. Oh, and then we had to get a couple more girls in, as by this point, we were still only on about one egg a week.

RIP Aggie

Mansion le Chook


In the early days, Winnie was by far the superior chicken, and Aggie was henpecked. At one point, she was so bald on the front that I thought she might have psychological issues, and actually be a self-harmer, which was quite understandable considering she’d come from a broken home. I even made her a dress to cover her modesty!

RIP Aggie

Aggie's frock... one of the silliest inventions known to man

However, all that changed when we introduced Mildred and Maud, the two Marans from the RSPCA. All the helpful folks on the ‘tinterweb said to introduce new girls at night when they were all dopey. I diligently followed this advice, and stole down at dusk to pop the new ones into the roost. You would have thought I’d put a fox in there. The chicken house was banging about, and it soon became apparent that Aggie and Winnie did not want lodgers.This resulted in me having to separate the girls completely during the day for a few months. It was a long process, but worth it in the end as finally they all got on together, and peace was restored. Well, peace was restored, and the pecking order changed somewhat. They say that the bullied will get their come-uppance… Aggie glided through the ranks with the stealth of a gazelle, and instantly became top chicken. She filled out, her feathers grew back thick and plush, and Mildred and Maud were kept firmly in line.We thought we were going to lose Aggie last summer, as she went a bit ‘crouchy’, but after plopping out her last and final egg (with no shell on), she perked up no end.Until yesterday. I gently removed her still little body, wrapped it up in bags, and gave her a dignified burial in the black bin. To my knowledge you can’t put dead chickens in with the recycling. A garden burial was out of the question, as we have a terrier who likes to dig things up, and I couldn’t face the thought of meeting up with Aggie three months from now.So, my final word is, rest in peace, Aggie – you were a good egg.


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