In Memory of Our Bertha

C: She was one of our first chickens, and the only one to die of old age.

She was always very fat.

She was about 3 years old when she died. When mom showed me she was dead, I felt real sad, because she was the last one of our first batch that we got. Then I started feeling like it was ok, because she died of old age, not killed by a fox or anything.

She laid brown eggs before she got too old to lay eggs that still had shells.

Whenever I tried to catch her, she made a game of it. She would run, then stay there for a while, then finally just squat and give up. It was pretty fun.