"I named her Lazy Daisy because she doesn't move around like all the others, and cheep all the time........ and when I hold her, she doesn't move much............. and there's a bunch of poop on her bum....... but she's my favorite because she is the fluffiest, and the prettiest out of the 4 yellow ones."

So, I did my best to unplug the little, lethargic chick, but she still died this morning. Naomi was devastated, sobbing; praying for her to come back. I cried for Naomi's broken heart, and maybe just a little for an adorable, lifeless chick.

It was a very good call not to get meat birds. If a one-day attachment yields this much emotion, I do not want to see what would happen on a mass, carnage day where the feathers fly. Naomi is so very close to being a vegetarian, anyway, on the grounds of, "Animals are people, too." I don't think she could ever eat chicken enchiladas knowing it was filled with Eagle, Stripey, or Stormy. And maybe, neither could I.

The funeral has been postponed to this afternoon. Naomi wants to do it properly with a labeled rock, and in a special place by the coop. You're all invited to join us for a moment of silence around 4:30 for the day-old chick, Lazy Daisy.