Lily was my Valentine's Day present in 2006. To heck with flowers, say it with chickens! She was a stunning adult white Sultan hen who was suffering from a VERY bad respiratory infection when we got her, doubly dangerous for a crested breed. She had to stay in the house for several weeks on antibiotics until it had cleared, but was obviously the worse for it and was never strong. She had no concept of getting the heck out of the way and tended to look a little too much like a pair of sweatsocks when she plonked herself down in the middle of the floor. Lily was very sweet and loving towards humans, but jealous of other chickens. Lily had her own idea of where she ranked in the pecking order and it was near the TOP, thank you. She 'talked' and chewed her words just like a Siamese cat. And Lily talked CONSTANTLY.
picked fights with most of the other chickens, the roos included.
Nothing serious, just enough to get the point across not to EVER mess
with her. Because of this Lily ended up spending most of her time alone,
and was having a bit of trouble coming to the horrible realization that
she must now sleep in the coop with those other chicken-things.
Instead, she always wanted to be in the house and at dusk when it was
time to close up the coop, we'd find her waiting politely but a tad
impatiently on the back porch for one of those idiot humans to open the
door and let her in. Lily never really realized she was a chicken, and just decided to refuse to believe that particular nasty rumor.
We will miss her, she was only with us for two months but we just loved how special and unique she was.
Goodbye, darlin' Lil.