Sorry I’ve been gone for so long.  Maybe you’ve missed the barnyard. No excuses from me except I haven’t felt I’ve had the time to write something properly.

But now, yesterday, Lucy died.  She seemed fine on Friday.  I was able to spend a lot of time in the barnyard, my favorite place in the world, hanging out with my good animal friends. Lucy was scratching and pecking like she didn’t have a care in the world.

But at 7am, morning feeding time, she was obviously in distress.  I told her I loved her, put her in the carrier, moved her to the car and went back inside to grab my keys and coffee. She died before I got back to the car.  I am heartbroken.

While I have about a million things I want to say, I think the best thing is to share with you is a little story I wrote about Lucy and her friend Ethel.  I wrote it after Ethel died, hoped to find someone to illustrate it, but it wound up in the bottom of a drawer.  Here it is.

Little Lucy

One day, a man and a lady were sitting on their porch. “Your birthday is coming soon,” the man said. “What can I give you? Chocolates? Earrings? A trip to the ocean?”

The lady thought, and finally said…. “Well, I’ve always wanted some chickens.”

“Hmm. Really? Are you sure you don’t want chocolates?” the man asked.

They lived in a little house with a big yard. The lady thought it was a perfect place for chickens. The man was not so sure, but he loved the lady too much to say no. They built a chicken coop and made space in the garage for a brooder box, where the baby chicks would live.

When everything was ready, the man came home with a package—a CHEEPING package!

I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!

The lady put the chicks into the brooder box, under a lamp to keep them toasty warm. That night, she checked on them. They were all huddled together, sleeping.

All the chicks…except Lucy. She was perched on the edge of the box, looking around the garage.

The lady said, “Lucy, you can’t sleep there!”  Lucy looked at the lady. The lady could have sworn Lucy was smiling. She gently grabbed Lucy, put her back in the box and said, “Lucy, this is where you should sleep—with the other chicks.”

Lucy glared at the lady. She was not happy.

In the morning, they had a talk. “Lucy, you need to sleep with the other chicks to stay warm.”

Lucy said, “I’m not cold. And I like sitting up there.”

The lady paused for a minute and finally said, “Well, be careful.”

The chicks grew up into beautiful young hens. It was time to move into their coop! They loved their new home and the roost where they would sleep. That evening, all the hens marched into the coop and hopped up onto the roost, ready for bed.

All the hens…except Lucy.

“Lucy! Where are you?” the lady called. The lady looked everywhere—no Lucy. She look at the dog Keela and said, “Do you know where Lucy is, Keela?”  Keela watched over the chickens and knew exactly where Lucy was.  She trotted to the coop, looked up and barked once. The lady looked up. There was Lucy, sitting on TOP of the coop!

Fence bordering the driveway.

The lady said, “Lucy, you can’t sleep there!” Lucy looked at the lady. The lady could have sworn Lucy was smiling. The next evening the lady took Lucy into the coop. “Lucy, you sleep here, ok?“

Lucy glared at the lady. She was not happy.

In the morning, they had a talk. “Lucy, you need to sleep with the other hens. Foxes and coyotes live around here. Keela sleeps inside and can’t keep you safe at night.”

“It’s boring in the coop and I like sleeping outside.” Lucy replied. “But I’ll think about it.” She didn’t want to be chicken dinner for a fox.

The lady paused for a minute. “Well, be careful.”

The next night, the lady was sure she would find Lucy in the coop. She looked—no Lucy. To make matters worse, another hen was missing!  “Keela! Help me find Lucy and Ethel!” the lady called.

Keela was on it.  She trotted over to a tree, looked up and barked once.

The lady looked up. Lucy and Ethel were sitting in the tree! “Foxes and coyotes can’t climb trees. I asked the birds who sleep here. We’re safe,” said Lucy.

They loved hanging out in the treehouse at night.

The lady sighed. Lucy was one smart chicken. “Ethel, are you ok?” she asked. “You don’t need to do what Lucy does, you know.”

“I’m fine!” Ethel replied. “The robins are funny, and the view is wonderful!”

The lady paused for a minute. “Well, girls—be careful.”

In the morning, they had a talk. “OK. You’re safe from the foxes and coyotes. But soon the snow will come. The birds will fly south. You’ll be wet and cold in the snow.”

“You worry too much, Lady,” Lucy said.

Lucy and Ethel loved sleeping in the tree. They didn’t think about the snow. Every night the lady called up to them, “You ok, girls?”

“Yes we are!” they replied.

“Ok, then, sleep tight!”

Soon fall arrived. It got colder and their robin friends started leaving for their winter homes. Then one night, it started to snow. “Whoa, the lady was right,” Lucy said.

Ethel was scared. “What are we going to do, Lucy?”

Lucy said, “Don’t worry.  I’ll think of something.”

The next morning, the lady asked, “What did you think about our first snow? You two ought to sleep in the coop tonight.”

But Lucy had other ideas. She threw her wing around Ethel and whispered, “Come on. Let’s go find a new place to sleep. I think I know someone who can help us.”

The lady watched as they wandered around. “I wonder what those two are up to,” she thought.  She smiled as they rounded the corner of the house, following Keela as she sniffed around in the leaves.

Lucy and Ethel were inseparable.

It was getting dark.  Snow was starting to fall. The lady couldn’t find Lucy and Ethel in the tree or the coop. She ran to the house and almost tripped over Keela, who was sitting right inside the door. The lady cried, “Keela, can you help me find Lucy and Ethel?”  Keela wagged her tail, looked up and barked once.

The lady looked up. Lucy and Ethel were sitting on the curtain rod above the big door. Lucy said, “Hey lady, we found a new place to sleep!” The lady could have sworn Lucy was smiling.

“LUCY! You’re a CHICKEN! Chickens don’t sleep in the house!” said the lady, totally undone by chickens roosting on her curtains.

“Hey, Keela sleeps in the house. Why can’t we sleep here?” Lucy asked. “Please?”

The lady sighed. “Well, ladies, if it’s ok with Keela, it’s ok with me.” She looked at Keela. The lady could have sworn Keela was smiling.

Damn, how many doors do you have in this house? This one is wrong, too!

Eventually spring came, and Lucy and Ethel moved back outside to the tree. Sleeping inside was nice, but they loved being among the leaves and feeling the evening breeze. Plus, the other birds were returning from their winter homes and had great stories to tell!

The man and the lady sat on the porch every evening, watching the chickens. One day the man said, “Your birthday is coming soon. What can I give you? Chocolates? Earrings? A trip to the ocean?”

She thought for a minute, and finally said, “Well, I’ve always wanted a pig…”

Real chickens did all these things.  Lucy was the most independent, smart chicken I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, and Ethel would follow her anywhere.  And chickens roosting on a curtain rod in the living room?  Yep, that was Kit the house rooster, trusty family pet of my friend Dawn.

I will miss Lucy so much.  She added joy to my life.  I hope she’s with Ethel, they’ve flown up into a tree and are listening to the travel stories the spring robins have to tell.


No Drama Lucy      Lonesome Lucy      Heartache In The Barnyard     Lucy and Ethel Go On A Visit     Lucy the Crazy Hen

**Shared at Our Simple Homestead, Maple Hill Hop, (mis)Adventures Monday and Clever Chicks Hop**


  1. Deb Ezzati says:

    Oh, I’m so sorry about Lucy, but your story warmed my heart. Lucy and Ethel, we love you…

  2. Ellen C. says:

    So sorry for your loss. You have wonderful memories of Lucy and Ethel and I thank you for sharing such a darling heart-warming story.

  3. Kimberly says:

    What a wonderful story. Safe travels, Lucy.

  4. So, so sorry. Lucy the fabulous will be missed by all of us, but not nearly as much as you will miss her.

  5. I’m so sorry to hear about Lucy. I know you loved her so much. Hugs to you!

  6. Karen Andrews says:

    So sorry about Lucy. It hurts so much to lose one of our “kids”. We lost a really big dog to cancer a couple months ago and miss him terribly….but it opened the door to two shelter dogs who might not otherwise have gotten a home before time ran out. So here is to wonderful memories, open doors and creatures needing homes.

  7. What an endearing story. I really think you should find a publisher. They can find an illustrator that you can work with. Or maybe do some asking around at the local high school or community college art department? It needs to be published!

    So sorry that you are in pain right now, but it’s obvious that Lucy (and Ethel) will live on in your heart (and your stories). Blessings…
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  8. diane in wis says:

    I loved the story about Lucy and Ethel, Joan. So sorry to hear that Lucy has passed on to the better place. Maybe you’ll be lucky and have another hen like Lucy some day??? I hope spring is coming to your place and that you can enjoy being out and about planting and taking care of your animals. I truly miss you and your blog, but understand that you are very busy these days. Take good care Joan.

    • I would love for another little White Leghorn to find its way into the barnyard. In due time I will start looking for one that needs a good home. And I know I will start writing more soon! Glad to hear from you 🙂

  9. Joan, What a beautiful story! I love the way you understand your animals! They are so lucky to have such a rich life with you. Take care, Cindy

  10. hill house says:

    I’m so, so sorry you lost your friend. These critters sure do have a way of touching our hearts nd bringing us so much joy. Lucy and Ethel will be in your heart forever and they are together again exploring and making mischief.

  11. So sorry to hear about Lucy. They just don’t live long enough! It is heartbreaking to go through, and yet who can resist having a brooder full of chicks in the spring?

    RIP, Lucy. You will be missed.

  12. Nancy Giehl says:

    If you were a chicken you would be Lucy…she was your chicken soul sister and such a delight.

  13. What a wonderful girl and what a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing with yours and Lucy’s fans.

    • They are funny and simple and know what makes them happy. Like the best combination of things in the world. 🙂
      Joan Hobbs recently posted…Lucy

  14. What a great story! Chickens can have such specific personalities! I had one out eating, looking fine, we went out a half hour later, came back and she was dead. Almost like a massive heart attack. It’s sad but it happens some times. So sorry for your loss…

  15. What a wonderful story! I’ve recently adopted my first brood of baby chickens and are keeping them under a heat lamp in my kitchen. I am in love with them already and am having such a fun time watching them grow! 🙂 I so enjoyed your blog. Thanks for sharing; and I’m so very sorry for your loss. I’ve only had my chicks for 12 days but I’m so attached to them already.

    • Welcome to the chicken club, Kim! I too had that wonderful experience with my first batch of girls. It is magical, I totally agree.

  16. So sorry you lost Lucy. I have missed your posts and it’s so sad that you have this news to tell. At least it was quick for her and you have all those lovely memories. I remember those posts of her roosting in high places.
    Carol Caldwell recently posted…Now we are six

  17. I am so sorry for you lose. It is never easy to say goodbye to a deeply loved critter. I am starting to prepare myself mentally as my Grumpy Goldie is getting up in age. She is my Alpha hen and I know I will not be the only one who will miss her when her time comes. I loved your story. So sweet, so beautiful, so funny. Big (hugs) to you.