Her name was Doris...

Whenever I hear a story with the name "Doris" in it...I just have to read the entire "missive".
This one may seem a little odd but, it is actually quite cute...
Read on:
JS Online:They aren't chickens; they're her peeps:

A few quotes from the story....

"Pam Percy owned a chicken named Doris, but then a hawk ate her (Doris).

Probably it was a hawk. Percy, who lives in River Hills, keeps lots of chickens, and Doris was her favorite. Last summer, Percy heard squawking. She looked outside, and Doris was gone. Vamoosed. She vanished without a trace.

You'd think maybe Percy would have found a couple of feathers spinning, cartoon-like, in the suddenly still air. But no. That's why Percy thinks it was a hawk; they tend not to create the mess that raccoons, weasels or feral cats leave behind.

You shrug. You wonder: So, what does a chicken matter?
But Doris was special, and Percy, author of 'The Complete Chicken,' has dedicated her forthcoming book, 'The Field Guide to Chickens,' to her:
'She was kind and beautiful and is missed by all who knew her.'"