Eulogy for a Chicken

Treating our baby chicks like pets and naming them seemed like a good idea. At first. They were cute and cuddly like pets, and they kept us entertained with their constant chirping and the adorable way in which they climbed over one another to get to their food. We had fun choosing names for that first flock, too: the two brunette Plymouth Barred Rocks were named for my Sicilian grandmothers, Marion and Concetta, the blonde Buff Orpingtons for Hubby’s grandmothers, Alice and Mildred, and the Rhode Island Reds for my zany red-headed great aunts, Bridget and Josephine. Neighborhood children and adults visited every day. Life was good.

The chicks grew up to be a beautiful and sociable flock. They loved to climb the stairs to our back porch and hang outside the screen door while we humans visited inside. This was back in the Spring of 2012 when the Metropolitan Government of Nashville first passed the Domesticated Hen Ordinance allowing urban residents to keep up to six chickens in their fenced-in backyards.

Chickens at the Backdoor

In the beginning of our poultry husbandry, it was all cartoonish chickens running across the grass in their funky lopsided way, and chicken idioms come to life. After about five months, eggs started appearing in the nest box, and it seemed like a happy bonus rather than the original intent. A few years later, with the addition of blue-egger Ameracaunas to the flock, the variety of eggs became downright gorgeous.


Eventually, the Circle of Life, Survival of the Fittest, Mother Nature, whatever, showed its hungry head and there was some attrition in the happy flock.


I didn’t grow up on a circle of life farm, so when the hawk picked off the first few chickens, it took me a while to adjust. The chickens adapted to this menace better than I; they learned to run for cover whenever they heard the hawk’s whistling call or saw his shadow overhead. They also learned to make a beeline for the bushes when I let them out in the morning to avoid being out in the open where a hawk could easily spy them. They were smart chickens.

As there was more attrition to come, at some point, I had to stop naming the replacement chickens. Instead, I referred to them by their breed. That is, until last Spring, when I brought my newly acquired Golden Comet chicken to visit Glendale Elementary School in Nashville. There, a young girl in Ms. Meadors’ kindergarten class raised her hand and asked me the chicken’s name.  I hemmed and I hawed. How could I tell this darling child I didn’t name my chickens anymore because Mother Nature could be ruthless? “Comet,” I replied with a motherly smile. The name stuck.


Last week, Comet, the only chicken in the flock who liked to be held, died. This is a tribute to her.

One Chicken’s Life

Comet was born on a rural farm in Kentucky that raised Golden Comets, a breed known for being good layers. Once the baby chicks were hatched, they were placed in an open field in movable cages known as “chicken tractors.” The chickens fed on the grass beneath their feet until it was all consumed and then the cages, with their big supporting wheels, were rolled to another area of the field.


Once the chickens outgrew the tractors, they were moved to a fenced-in apple orchard for grazing. The canopy of apple tree branches helped protect the flock from hawks.


I asked the farmer, whom I knew from previous visits to the farm to buy eggs, if he would sell me two of his young layers. He did so with some reluctance — I don’t think anyone had ever asked him that question before. He sent his son to fetch two chickens. The young boy, obviously adept at this task, snuck up on the chickens and grabbed them by the ankles.


We brought the chickens home and waited until nightfall to introduce them to the established flock. This is a time-honored technique used to decrease the likelihood of new birds being hen-pecked by older girls in their society. The idea is that the birds all wake up together and are not as startled by the presence of the newbies among them. We’ve learned from experience this method doesn’t always work, so for added insurance, we bought a “flock block” and placed it in the enclosed run with them. We hoped it would give the birds something enjoyable to peck on rather than each other.


It worked; the older ladies left the new girls alone. We have since discovered that as long as we keep a second food source in the run, the chickens have less reason to be territorial. There is now peace in our small chicken kingdom.


Comet’s life gets interesting.

As I mentioned earlier, last spring, I started bringing Comet to visit children in elementary school classrooms.

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Comet got to visit many schools. There is no telling how many children stroked her golden-red feathers or touched her rubbery red comb.


Here is Comet in Ms. Benson’s kindergarten classroom where children got to feed Comet leafy greens and pea shoots with their soft leaves and curly-cue tendrils.


The Boy Scouts came to visit her.


And, the Girl Scouts.


The scouts all learned How to Tell If an Egg Is Fresh or Hard-Boiled. You can learn how, too, in the video located in that post.  


Comet and I were featured in a photo shoot for a nationally known online knitting magazine called Mason Dixon Knitting. I adore this photo of Comet taken by my dear friend and neighbor, Ann Shayne. Ann later gifted me with the beautiful purple and raspberry colored handknit cowl.


A few more remembrances of Comet.

Here she is eating her leafy greens and peas.

Tilling and munching in the compost pile.


Visiting while I planted an asparagus bed.


Taking in the scuttlebutt at the watercooler.


Leading the charge as the flock followed me around the yard.


Comet was one fantastic chicken.


In Memory of Comet:
50 Ways to Make a Frittata
Quiche Lorraine with Bacon and Kale
Freshly Cooked Tortillas

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32 thoughts on “Eulogy for a Chicken

  1. I had a six chicken urban flock, too, and named my chickens. They were so entertaining and had great personalities. The leader of the pack was a Plymouth Barred Rock (Muffy) who greeted me every morning with a nuzzle and a low purring cluck against my cheek. I had a fire in my house and had to leave my home and “farm out” my chickens. I was gone for 10 months and they had adapted to the new flock so I remained chicken-less. Predators did their thing and I told the farmer not to tell me because I felt better just thinking things were fine and my girls were advancing to old age. So you can imagine how much I enjoyed your story. I do still miss my chickens.

  2. Judy,
    Comet obviously gave much pleasure as your “teaching” chicken. I’m impressed with all the schools & scouts she was introduced to. I bet she also knew & was pleased that she was outstanding & beloved. May she rest In peace!

    Thanks for telling us about her!


  3. Judy, it was my honor to meet dear Comet, and she really was a very special chicken!!! So very sorry for your loss. What a lovely tribute to Comet and all the good work she did by your side 🙂

  4. Judy,
    Kudos to you! I find as of late I’m very sensitive to have animals- I’ve lost many and loved them all.
    I find they know when they’re loved and have been loved- although many beg to differ.
    In time we find our way of healing; I’m sure they lived a good life with you and your family.
    Love reflects Love,

  5. So sorry about Comet. Great photo tribute. She lived a good life, and helped to educated lots of local children about backyard chickens!

  6. Hi Judy! I love this sweet story. I think it should be the introduction in your book. It highlights your unique approach to relationships and food. That seems to be your niche. Every post connects with a special person (or animal) and leads the reader to something good to eat. You gently describe so many things. You are a natural teacher! Gosh! Your mom’s chicken painting is already providing you with a book cover. xoxoxox, Mare

    p.s. Saw Rene M. at the Antiques and Garden Show. She is such a lovely person. >

  7. Nice piece, Judy!
    I’m sorry Comet has gone to her eternal reward……….
    Mary Comfort Stevens
    Senior Assistant Director of Admissions
    Office of Undergraduate Admissions | Vanderbilt University

  8. What a great life your Comet had! I love the school pictures, especially. How generous of you – and of Comet as well, of course – to take the time and effort to educate youngsters about chickens, and kindness, and – I’m guessing – the benefits of fresh eggs.
    I’ve had some stand-out hens over the years, and one of the most sociable was a Golden Comet – also known as a Cinnamon Queen, which suits them, doesn’t it? Often in the summer, when I would spend an hour or so out by the goat pen, she would hop up on the end of the chaise and watch me knit.

    1. Cinnamon Queen! A perfect name for a Golden Comet. Maybe it’s just in their nature to be calm chickens. I’m going to go back to the Mennonite farm where I bought her to get a couple more in the spring. I assumed that since the family where I got her had 13 children, maybe the chickens were handled more frequently and that that was the reason they were docile. I can totally visualize Cinnamon Queen watching you knit. My chickens frequently sit with us when we sit on our Adirondack benches in our backyard. BTW, Goats — your posts always make me want one! Thanks, Quinn, always appreciate your comments.

  9. Great pictures and writing. My sister, Sarah, told me to check you out. Hope to meet you sometime.
    Mary Ann

  10. Since I can’t have a piggy at Morningside, you should get a little one and name it Clytemnestra Annie Mae.

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