Wednesday, June 15, 2011

R.I.P. Puny: 2009-2011




Yes it has been over a year since I have written for "The Powder Puffington Post". Let's just say I was on an extended sabbatical which takes seven times longer than human sabbaticals. However today I felt I had to post again for the obituary of my dear departed farm friend Puny (aka Rupert) the hen.

It is highly suspected Puny fell ill to fowl play and was carried off by a hawk whilst she strutted her stuff in the backyard paradise that was her home on James Island, Charleston, SC. Her human caretakers Aunt Sandy and Uncle Frank are very distraught as Puny was part of the family on their own little real life Farmville.

Aunt Sandy is very sad as she recalled to my mom today how cute and tiny Puny was when she first adopted her. Although her name was Rupert, she was so tiny compared to her two chick sisters that she was nicknamed Puny and the name stuck.

Although Puny was taken from this world much too quickly she did live a very fortunate life here on earth (especially for a hen). Handpicked as a small chick she lived in Aunt Sandy's backyard (the farm) with her two sisters-hens free of any Roosters trying to boss them around and wake them up too early. I personally liked to call the gals, "The Triplets of Henville" (yes my little take off from "The Triplets of Belleville).

I recall the first time I met the triplets. As I jumped out of the car I encountered what I thought were very strange feathery dogs as the hens were about my size. My basic wolf like instinct was to charge them and that I did. They scatted around the yard while my mother chase me out of fear I would eat one of Aunt Sandy's pets. That was my first encounter with Puny. However by the end of the day the triplets were chasing ME around the yard as they were all three tough birds. I quickly learned the pecking order at the farm and I was near the end of the line. Yet it was a delightful holiday for me and my mom.

A life of grazing, eating healthy food, laying yummy eggs (according to my mom), sunning on the porch, gossiping with her sisters, playing with Sparky and Tweety (let's not forget the two fish) and being loved by Aunt Sandy and Uncle Frank. Yes, Puny lived a charmed life. She will be remembered for the spunky, petite beauty that she was and life at Farmville will never be the same without her. "The Twins of Henville" just doesn't have the same ring to it.

Puny, my next Cesar's chicken flavor canister will be eaten in your honor. R.I.P.

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