This is Buffy. She was the third hen in my flock of seven and she came with another Buff Orpington, who earned the name Pushy and a Dominique, Ripley. That’s Buffy, on the right.
She was always checking out what everyone else was up to.
She laid her eggs where she wanted to.
Buffy was our alpha hen; a leader in the best sense of the word. She warned of hawks, was a bit aloof, and she didn’t pick on others much, even though she could have.
Thank you, Buffy, for your eggs, your friendship, and all the fun! We’ll miss you.
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