Monday, September 22, 2008


Blanche Pierce


Roosting in life, Resting in death.

She was a pretty lady. She could be seen flapping about the compound pecking at anything that moved. Blanche was wise despite her small stature. She was the first to prove flight was possible and that an escape route could be found. She led others with determination but was a respector of persons. She understood her place in the flock and carried out her role with dignity...even if that meant leading the gang in a dirt bath. Her laying was superb. Large and speckled were her eggs and they came rain or shine.

Blanche, we don't know how you went. It burdens the soul to know it was likely not gentle. We know you are resting. No eggs will be expected of you now. The golden girls are merely silver without you.

We will miss you!


Weeksie50 said...

I am sorry for your loss of your beloved Blanche. May she be pecking happily along the golden streets of heaven..

lauradodson said...

Awww man. She had such a lovely name, too.

I was going write something eloquent but I don't know how to spell coop. Is that how you spell it? I'm too lazy to look in a dictionary... even though it is perched on the shelf right behind me.

RIP Blanche.