by Tina Miller
Little Lady was an Old English Game Hen. She was bought on a whim with a rooster and she quickly became a favorite as she was the only chicken that would eat out of our hands. She would also follow us around all over the farm. She also sat on my sisters foot and pecked at her toes. Then one day she was cruelly attacked by an ill supervised dog that did not belong to us. Her rooster man was with her when she died. We buried her with flowers and she is with all the animals that were personalities. We will miss her.