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I think I'll be sad forever

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Seasonal variant of this game

Welcome to today's game of How Many Leaves Can I Stick On Cricket Before She Gives A Shit

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Version of this meme that's only funny if you personally know i have two nearly identical chickens that everyone else has trouble telling apart

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Did not know she had a last name. Am sad. ):

Yes, my little Winry Bell💔

Well, technically all my feather babies' last names are the same as mine because they are all my beautiful daughters, but that's boring, so I give them each their own middle name instead to use (which comes in handy frequently when I have to Full Name one of them for trying to eat something she shouldn't)

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Hi, I'm sure you've received a billion of these by now, but I am so, so sorry for your loss. Leghorns are the sweetest, cheekiest little things, and I know they hurt so much to lose. My late baby girl looked a lot like your Winry (though they always do have a distinct form of cheekyness to their little faces), so it was always a joy to see her on my dash. I hope you're feeling ok, or at least a little better, and I hope it hurts a little less soon. Much love <3

What a kind message, thank you friend<3

I'm sorry to hear you also had to say goodbye to your little dear one. It never ever gets any easier. For such little birds, they each leave such a massive impression.

I hope both of our babies are resting somewhere peaceful and bright with lots of soft grass and sun patches to preen in. Perhaps they have run into each other while getting up to afterlife mischief<3

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A heartfelt thank you to everyone who reached out with condolences for the passing of my sweet baby. I read every one and cannot even begin to express how much it means to me. I know I haven't been on much. It's honestly been really hard as so much of my blog and art is filled with her presence, but it also brings me comfort to know I was able to share those memories of her with all of you.

I am going to try to reblog a bunch of her past antics and pics a little later in her honor. I think she would like to still be able to menace us all from the other side.

In loving memory of the most leghorn ever,

Live, Laugh, Leghorn everybody<3

Oh my baby, I wish i didn't have to make this post. It’s been two weeks before I could even bring myself to write this and it still doesn’t feel real.

On may 3rd, in the early morning, Winry passed away. Curled up next to me on her favorite spot on my bed.

Towards the end of march, following problems with vent issues, I realized she was not passing solid waste, only urates. After a visit to our vet, it was determined that her digestive system wasn’t moving things through properly and her intestines had a buildup of gas. X rays didn’t show any obvious blockage, and she was still being her normal spunky self, so we tried some medications to promote intestinal function but to no result. We believe is was likely something going on neurologically that was causing organs not to function properly, possibly brought on from cancer. The only way to be certain would’ve been an invasive surgery that she likely would not have survived and I. Couldn’t put her through that. I didn’t want those to be her last memories.

We spent those last weeks cramming in enough love and spoiling to last a lifetime. She was given run of the house, staying inside with me, and doing all the things she loved. Parkouring off our furniture, jumping and knocking things off our tables, maligning our houseplants, and roosting upon me at my desk while I worked on commissions. I sat with her in what used to be our fenced in dog pen while she scratched and I let her dig up as much of the yard as she wanted. When she felt well enough, I let her out with the rest of her sisters to free range, and when she didn’t, we lounged on the window seat with the windows wide open so she could feel the sun and breeze while perched on my legs.

When she started to slow down, we cuddled and took naps together on my bed. She sat on my chest and judged the trashy webtoons that I read on my phone, pecking the shapes and colors on the screen while I scrolled and told her about the plot. She watched our favorite anime on my lap while I gave her treatments and I dripped little sippies of her liquid nutrition into her beak. There were times when I thought I should perhaps make the call, but then she’d have days where she’d perk up and act so much like herself and I just. Couldn’t force her to say goodbye. She always hated when I tried to make her do anything.

On april 28th, the day of their seventh birthday, she perked up again. She watched me let her sisters out for their bday frolic and she practically tried to jump out the window to join them. I brought her outside with us and she scratched and walked around with more energy than I’d seen her have in days. She got a bunch of worms, basked in the sun patches, and visited with her sisters. She even tried to put the smackdown on a few of them to make sure they knew she still wasn’t one to be messed with. She walked the whole loop of her favorite spots in the yard, and when she got tired, she let me scoop her up and bring her back in. It was her last hurrah. Later, she would fall asleep on my bed and never wake up.

It rained for days after she left.

Oh my baby, my little bird, my Win Win, my little white girl, what am I gonna do? You’ve been such a big part of my life; I don’t recognize the shape it takes without you.

I’ll miss you. I’ll miss your little songbird noises and your judgy face. I’ll miss seeing your excited fan-tail strut across the yard. I’ll miss your beautiful white feathers that turned translucent in the light and the patch under your wattles that felt so soft it was almost like fur. I’ll miss you getting way too overzealous with your dust baths and turning yourself into a little gray puff of dirt by the time you were done. I’ll miss you furiously preening your tail if I so much as touched it with a single finger. I’ll miss you launching yourself at my head and messing up my hair or my hat and then tightrope walking across my arm and jumping of. I’ll miss the feel of your warm little feetsies on my shoulder and the barely-there weight of you while you perch on me in the middle of my tasks. The way you would preen my messy hair like it personally offended you. I’ll miss sitting with you at my desk and trying to stop you from knocking everything off of every horizontal surface in my room. I’ll miss you wingslapping me in the face to get out of my arms so you could plop yourself on my bed .25 seconds faster than if you just let me set you down. I’ll miss you ignoring the spot I laid old towels down in favor of sitting right on my unprotected pillow. I’ll miss singing Daisy Bell for you but replacing the lyrics with your name. I’ll miss having two Leggie Girls. I’ll miss you forming your little Leghorn Duo with Ivy and shipping you together. I’ll miss using your everyday shenanigans as inspiration for my BAWKtobers. I’ll miss your so, so orange eyes and your funny ever-changing flopper and the face you would make when you were about to get into Mischief and your sassy little self. I’ll miss seeing you in your corner of the coop at night. I’ll miss giving you your night time pat and hearing your grumpy boiling kettle sounds and the warm, soft smell of your feathers when I kissed you goodnight and I’ll miss how you always tried to Bite My Face for it. I’ll miss you I’ll miss you I’ll miss you.

I’ll miss you and I’ll love you forever, my Winry Bell. Thank you for staying with me as long as you could. Until we meet again, my snow angel.

Winry Bell April 2018 - May 3rd, 2025

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Oh my baby, I wish i didn't have to make this post. It’s been two weeks before I could even bring myself to write this and it still doesn’t feel real.

On may 3rd, in the early morning, Winry passed away. Curled up next to me on her favorite spot on my bed.

Towards the end of march, following problems with vent issues, I realized she was not passing solid waste, only urates. After a visit to our vet, it was determined that her digestive system wasn’t moving things through properly and her intestines had a buildup of gas. X rays didn’t show any obvious blockage, and she was still being her normal spunky self, so we tried some medications to promote intestinal function but to no result. We believe is was likely something going on neurologically that was causing organs not to function properly, possibly brought on from cancer. The only way to be certain would’ve been an invasive surgery that she likely would not have survived and I. Couldn’t put her through that. I didn’t want those to be her last memories.

We spent those last weeks cramming in enough love and spoiling to last a lifetime. She was given run of the house, staying inside with me, and doing all the things she loved. Parkouring off our furniture, jumping and knocking things off our tables, maligning our houseplants, and roosting upon me at my desk while I worked on commissions. I sat with her in what used to be our fenced in dog pen while she scratched and I let her dig up as much of the yard as she wanted. When she felt well enough, I let her out with the rest of her sisters to free range, and when she didn’t, we lounged on the window seat with the windows wide open so she could feel the sun and breeze while perched on my legs.

When she started to slow down, we cuddled and took naps together on my bed. She sat on my chest and judged the trashy webtoons that I read on my phone, pecking the shapes and colors on the screen while I scrolled and told her about the plot. She watched our favorite anime on my lap while I gave her treatments and I dripped little sippies of her liquid nutrition into her beak. There were times when I thought I should perhaps make the call, but then she’d have days where she’d perk up and act so much like herself and I just. Couldn’t force her to say goodbye. She always hated when I tried to make her do anything.

On april 28th, the day of their seventh birthday, she perked up again. She watched me let her sisters out for their bday frolic and she practically tried to jump out the window to join them. I brought her outside with us and she scratched and walked around with more energy than I’d seen her have in days. She got a bunch of worms, basked in the sun patches, and visited with her sisters. She even tried to put the smackdown on a few of them to make sure they knew she still wasn’t one to be messed with. She walked the whole loop of her favorite spots in the yard, and when she got tired, she let me scoop her up and bring her back in. It was her last hurrah. Later, she would fall asleep on my bed and never wake up.

It rained for days after she left.

Oh my baby, my little bird, my Win Win, my little white girl, what am I gonna do? You’ve been such a big part of my life; I don’t recognize the shape it takes without you.

I’ll miss you. I’ll miss your little songbird noises and your judgy face. I’ll miss seeing your excited fan-tail strut across the yard. I’ll miss your beautiful white feathers that turned translucent in the light and the patch under your wattles that felt so soft it was almost like fur. I’ll miss you getting way too overzealous with your dust baths and turning yourself into a little gray puff of dirt by the time you were done. I’ll miss you furiously preening your tail if I so much as touched it with a single finger. I’ll miss you launching yourself at my head and messing up my hair or my hat and then tightrope walking across my arm and jumping of. I’ll miss the feel of your warm little feetsies on my shoulder and the barely-there weight of you while you perch on me in the middle of my tasks. The way you would preen my messy hair like it personally offended you. I’ll miss sitting with you at my desk and trying to stop you from knocking everything off of every horizontal surface in my room. I’ll miss you wingslapping me in the face to get out of my arms so you could plop yourself on my bed .25 seconds faster than if you just let me set you down. I’ll miss you ignoring the spot I laid old towels down in favor of sitting right on my unprotected pillow. I’ll miss singing Daisy Bell for you but replacing the lyrics with your name. I’ll miss having two Leggie Girls. I’ll miss you forming your little Leghorn Duo with Ivy and shipping you together. I’ll miss using your everyday shenanigans as inspiration for my BAWKtobers. I’ll miss your so, so orange eyes and your funny ever-changing flopper and the face you would make when you were about to get into Mischief and your sassy little self. I’ll miss seeing you in your corner of the coop at night. I’ll miss giving you your night time pat and hearing your grumpy boiling kettle sounds and the warm, soft smell of your feathers when I kissed you goodnight and I’ll miss how you always tried to Bite My Face for it. I’ll miss you I’ll miss you I’ll miss you.

I’ll miss you and I’ll love you forever, my Winry Bell. Thank you for staying with me as long as you could. Until we meet again, my snow angel.

Winry Bell April 2018 - May 3rd, 2025

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2012-2025

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Ponder my chorb

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oh so we're gonna slut shame the birds now?

Silence boomer

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Silence boomer

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If I don't think about it, it can't hurt me

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All aboard the International Sp-Ace Station

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Ruby throated hummingbird or perhaps a weird leaf

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I'm sorry but i've had this image stuck in my head since i read this so i simply had to draw it

GET AMERAUCANAED

BEST DAY EVERRRR you should get 10 of these

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Todays Pixel Dailies prompt was baby animal so I choose to make some chicks. I wanted to practice making isometric art this is only my 5th piece in isometric so go easy on me!