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Dealing with a Death on the Farm

On August 1st, the day our blog went live, we lost our sweet Blanche, the family’s favorite chicken. She was a sweet bird who would follow my son around the yard. She was very social and far more interested in interacting with the humans on the farm than the other chickens. Breckin loved her very much. I don’t think he has meet someone in the last year that he hasn’t told about Blanche and how she lays green eggs.


On Monday July 29th, when I was putting the chickens in the coop for the night, I noticed Blanche was missing. We called her and looked all over the farm. Finally she came out and slowly strutted across the yard. She meandered along, pecking at the ground. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with this, maybe she just didn’t want to go in the coop, so I picked her up and put her in myself. On Tuesday I had a meeting and Kevin did the evening farm chores, and he didn’t notice anything wrong with her either. Finally on Wednesday, I went to let the chickens out of their coop for their yard time and Blanche didn’t seem interested. I went about my chores, but was curious why our shadow was deciding to stay away, so I went to check on her closer. She was sitting next to the water. I scooted her out of the coop and she immediately hopped back in and returned to her spot. I looked around and noticed a bloody stool. Blanche then stood up and pooped another bloody stool. I had an idea of what could have been wrong, but since I had never actually run into this I ran inside and checked the web to see what it was and how to make her better. Of course it came back cocci and I called Kevin to ask him to pick up Corrid. We treated her, and the rest of the flock, as soon as Kevin came home. The next morning Blanche was gone and we were faced with the first loss on our farm.

Building of The Freckled Farm

(Unfortunately this is the most recent picture of Blanche that I can find. It was from a year ago and she about 16 weeks old)

Finding out we lost Blanche hit me much harder than I would have expected. I am extremely sensitive and love my animals very much, so I guess it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Beyond dealing the loss of a beloved member of our farm I was beating myself up quite badly. What had I done wrong? I should have been able to avoid this. What does this say about the state of our farm? It was all my fault. I spent every free second searching the web trying to get any advice I could on how to keep from losing our other chickens and how I could avoid this in the future. I was amazed to find that all of the farms that I follow and admire have dealt with this before. This is very common, especially when you have had a warm, humid, wet summer like we have had. We have rarely had a day pass that didn’t include some amount of rain. I started to let go of the feeling that I had done something horrible. I keep my farm clean and organized. I clean waterers daily, etc. I thought I was doing what I could to avoid a problem like this, but you can’t account for everything. Cocci can be brought on someone’s shoe, or from a wild bird, it could have come from anywhere, and our current conditions were unfortunately breeding the parasite.

I spent the next few days talking to my other friends who own farms. I beat myself up for being a “bad farmer.” I shouldn’t be grieving a loss this hard. What was going to happen when we decided to raise meat animals for our family’s meat needs? I found that my reaction was not uncommon. She wasn’t a meat chicken. She was loved laying hen, who my son had very closely connected to. Why shouldn’t I mourn her? And realistically why shouldn’t I mourn our meat animals. Maybe it wont be on the same level… they wont have names, we wont spend the same amount of time with them, and they wont live with us nearly as long, but don’t they deserve to be cared for too? Isn’t that why you homestead? To have a better quality of life for you, your family, and the animals who provide for you?

Now we are forced to decide when to replace and add another chicken or chickens to our farm. When a dog or cat dies you wait a long period of time to get a new pet. You allow yourself time to mourn, but on a farm when you can’t just go without. The chickens we had weren’t producing enough for us already and we had discussed getting more. We were easily going through 2 dozen eggs a week and could go through more if more were available, and then we lost one of our best layers. It feels wrong to “replace” her so soon, but it’s not something we can go without. Eggs are our main breakfast.

So maybe I will always mourn the loss of an animal, because I will always love my animals, but maybe I needed to get over the guilt of replacing them. Maybe loving my animals makes me a good farmer, even if that means it hurts like hell when they pass.

4 thoughts on “Dealing with a Death on the Farm

  1. It absolutely does not get easier. I’m still morning our first loss from over a year ago, my beautiful Black Star hen named Firework. We just lost more of our flock to predators last week. They were so well protected that the invader was content to pull a rooster’s wing through the wire and maul it, taking a single, crucial bite out of another bird. This well-placed bite made the hen vulnerable to a deadly infection, though she was otherwise intact. It just doesn’t seem fair. While all of our animals have been lost to things with pulses and teeth, I fear the day when we too will lose part of our small tribe to an unseen foe. Never lose your heart for the sanctity of life. The day when death on your farm no longer impacts you in a profound way, you’ll know that you are officially in the wrong business.

    1. Thank you for the kind words Stephanie.

  2. Yes, the cycle of life on a farm will provide many skills and lessons. But you will be the stronger for it. You will learn just how strong you are or how strong you have to be if you are to continue farming. You will need to accept things as part of the experience. Yes, you will experience more death. You will have predators, you will witness difficult births. You will see the horror of fly strike, you will loose new babies and adults alike. You will be putting your hands into places you cannot imagine in order to save a newborn. Each incident you will question yourself. But mostly you will learn how to be a better farmer and your other animals will benefit. You will learn to tube feed a baby goat, you will learn what to do to avoid coccidiosis. You will learn nutrition strategies. You will recognize and be diagnose many problems early. All of this comes with layers of experience. I just saved a lamb’s life from fly strike. It was horrible having to flush out and tweeze out maggots from her cut on her tail, her rectum, her vagina. Then administering penicillin, ivomectin, and an insecticide. From past experience I knew to have on hand hydrogen peroxide, penicillin, insecticide and other tools. I knew what to look for, I knew what this wet weather could bring. It was tough and gross and heart wretching. But I would not want to do anything else. Because I get closer to nature, warts and all. I get the privilege of working with amazing animals. Good luck to you and your family as you embark on your farming adventure.

    1. Thank you Kathy

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