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For Gary, Rufftnut(AKA Full Cream), Taco, Thor, Tuffnut(AKA Skim Milk) and Felix, my beloved chickens I will never forget (from left to right, top to bottom)

Sorry about not replying to any rps for awhile!
As I have mentioned before, the past few weeks have become quite overwhelming for me, and I don't believe I'm in a good place to properly do any rps, but I'll try to reply as soon as I know i can give you the best possible reply!

So I usually don't share any personal stories on deviantart, but I so badly wanted to post this drawing, I think only a few people know what happened.

Well as you can see, there are six chickens in the picture. Me and my sister raised eight chickens ever since they were small enough to sit in our palms, but over a long time, six of them came to pass on, or so I assume.
During the very first week we adopted them, we only had four, one unnamed chick had escaped the temporary hutch we kept them in and must've been taken away by some birds or predator or some sort. So one chick had died on day three. we hadn't named them back then, nor did we manage to get a good photo of them so I could not draw them here.

A week later, we adopted four more, and then adopted another afterwards.
So the rest of them grew up to be at their teen-adult ages. The roosters I owned(Felix and Tuffnut) were complained about by some neighbours because they were too loud in the morning, so we had to give them away, and I think it's pretty clear what happened to them.
This also happened with Tuffnut's sister, Ruffnut because her clucking was also very loud. The day my dad had planned to take Ruffnut away, I didn't get quite a good look but my dad had tied up her legs and put her under a milk crate, only god knows why. So Ruffnut was taken away and given to my cousins. It's pretty clear what happened.

So even though I wasn't close with the roosters and Ruffnut, there were tears but I got over it easily, my dad didn't tell me what happened to them but I think I know. I don't think there's many people out there who would keep chickens only as pets.

The holidays came and everyday we let the chickens out into the backyard during the daytime, and put them in at night. We let them out quite early in the morning, about 7:30am and went inside the house. Not even 15 minutes afterwards, I checked on them again and I saw a fox jump over the fence as it heard me open the back door. I quickly rushed to a place on the porch where I could see the whole garden, and I saw two chickens (which I later learned to be Gary and Thor) laying still on the ground, wings spread and feathers and fluff scattered all over the garden, anybody could tell that they put up such a fight. I quickly called for my dad and of course I cried. My friend came to my house not long after because we had movie plans that day and my dad buried the two.

Waiting for my other friend to come to my house so we could leave to the cinema together, my sister told me that she went out to do her laundry and there were still two chickens alive. Now you're confused, right? Well other than the six I've mentioned throughout this, I had eight chickens overall and now there were two survivors, Bob and Earl grey. Two of the slowest hens I owned. That was weird but I didn't give a shit, there were still some alive, but I couldn't find Taco.

So I went to the movies with my friends, it's funny, we watched Zootopia and a few days beforehand, the Volpina episode of Miraculous Ladybug had aired.

So when I came back home, I did some research and learned that there were many foxes around where I lived, which is bad because I live in Australia and foxes are not native. My dad told me that he found Taco's body hidden under some leaves, but she was headless. It was not nice to hear.

A couple of days later, Earl Grey was digging around the garden, when I saw her eating something. At first, I thought it was half a croissant because we often fed them scraps, but I went to take a closer look. It turned out to be Taco's head, I can still vividly remember seeing it for the first time. It was dirty from the soil, but what was worse was that Taco looked as thought she was in the middle of screaming and on top of that, her eyeballs were gone. Afraid to pick it up, I used a shovel to push it into a hole and buried it. It was traumatizing.

Today, Earl Grey cannot walk properly because of a leg injury when she was young, and her body is too fat for her legs to carry on top of the injury.

tl;dr, Chickens are easy to get attached to if you treat them right. It's not fun to see pets pass away.
If anybody did read everything, thank you so much for your time. This story may mean absolute crap to you, but it's something very important to me that I can't let go.

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For Gary, Rufftnut(AKA Full Cream), Taco, Thor, Tuffnut(AKA Skim Milk) and Felix, my beloved chickens I will never forget (from left to right, top to bottom)

Sorry about not replying to any rps for awhile!
As I have mentioned before, the past few weeks have become quite overwhelming for me, and I don't believe I'm in a good place to properly do any rps, but I'll try to reply as soon as I know i can give you the best possible reply!

So I usually don't share any personal stories on deviantart, but I so badly wanted to post this drawing, I think only a few people know what happened.

Well as you can see, there are six chickens in the picture. Me and my sister raised eight chickens ever since they were small enough to sit in our palms, but over a long time, six of them came to pass on, or so I assume.
During the very first week we adopted them, we only had four, one unnamed chick had escaped the temporary hutch we kept them in and must've been taken away by some birds or predator or some sort. So one chick had died on day three. we hadn't named them back then, nor did we manage to get a good photo of them so I could not draw them here.

A week later, we adopted four more, and then adopted another afterwards.
So the rest of them grew up to be at their teen-adult ages. The roosters I owned(Felix and Tuffnut) were complained about by some neighbours because they were too loud in the morning, so we had to give them away, and I think it's pretty clear what happened to them.
This also happened with Tuffnut's sister, Ruffnut because her clucking was also very loud. The day my dad had planned to take Ruffnut away, I didn't get quite a good look but my dad had tied up her legs and put her under a milk crate, only god knows why. So Ruffnut was taken away and given to my cousins. It's pretty clear what happened.

So even though I wasn't close with the roosters and Ruffnut, there were tears but I got over it easily, my dad didn't tell me what happened to them but I think I know. I don't think there's many people out there who would keep chickens only as pets.

The holidays came and everyday we let the chickens out into the backyard during the daytime, and put them in at night. We let them out quite early in the morning, about 7:30am and went inside the house. Not even 15 minutes afterwards, I checked on them again and I saw a fox jump over the fence as it heard me open the back door. I quickly rushed to a place on the porch where I could see the whole garden, and I saw two chickens (which I later learned to be Gary and Thor) laying still on the ground, wings spread and feathers and fluff scattered all over the garden, anybody could tell that they put up such a fight. I quickly called for my dad and of course I cried. My friend came to my house not long after because we had movie plans that day and my dad buried the two.

Waiting for my other friend to come to my house so we could leave to the cinema together, my sister told me that she went out to do her laundry and there were still two chickens alive. Now you're confused, right? Well other than the six I've mentioned throughout this, I had eight chickens overall and now there were two survivors, Bob and Earl grey. Two of the slowest hens I owned. That was weird but I didn't give a shit, there were still some alive, but I couldn't find Taco.

So I went to the movies with my friends, it's funny, we watched Zootopia and a few days beforehand, the Volpina episode of Miraculous Ladybug had aired.

So when I came back home, I did some research and learned that there were many foxes around where I lived, which is bad because I live in Australia and foxes are not native. My dad told me that he found Taco's body hidden under some leaves, but she was headless. It was not nice to hear.

A couple of days later, Earl Grey was digging around the garden, when I saw her eating something. At first, I thought it was half a croissant because we often fed them scraps, but I went to take a closer look. It turned out to be Taco's head, I can still vividly remember seeing it for the first time. It was dirty from the soil, but what was worse was that Taco looked as thought she was in the middle of screaming and on top of that, her eyeballs were gone. Afraid to pick it up, I used a shovel to push it into a hole and buried it. It was traumatizing.

Today, Earl Grey cannot walk properly because of a leg injury when she was young, and her body is too fat for her legs to carry on top of the injury.

tl;dr, Chickens are easy to get attached to if you treat them right. It's not fun to see pets pass away.
If anybody did read everything, thank you so much for your time. This story may mean absolute crap to you, but it's something very important to me that I can't let go.