Ice Cream, a friendly and fearless white Plymouth Rock named by my then five-year-old daughter, hatched in the spring of 2017. She was always the first to try a new treat or activity, and she didn’t concern herself much with the pecking order.
Ice Cream would follow us anywhere in the yard, looking for newly uncovered bugs as we went about our chores. She especially enjoyed eating grapes, and she’d nap with her head tucked under her wing. Ice Cream passed away peacefully in the run in July of 2020. She is dearly missed, and fondly remembered.
