Dottie, aka “naughty Dottie” died today. It’s our first chicken death in 3 years since we got them. Covid (the chicken) stood outside my bedroom window at 5am to let me know.

Dottie was born around Easter 2020. In the middle of a global pandemic. She was spoiled and had an amazing family consisting of 5 other sisters, her humans, and eventually three dogs she reluctantly trained.

She was well known for being the only chicken to jump the garden fence, earning the nickname “naughty Dottie.” She loved strawberries, watermelon, her wild bird mix, and her moms swiss chard. But she did not appreciate dried mealworms.

She was a cuddly chicken due to being sick her first few months of life and being carried around like a baby during that time. She never made it to the top of the pecking order and was a little bullied by those who had. But still showed courage and defiance when necessary.

During her last few days, she had slowed down greatly but still enjoyed basking in the sun, strawberries, and cuddling on the porch with mom.

She will always be in our hearts. Rest in peace, Dottie.

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