Rose or Rosie was a quiet chicken. She was never one to race for food, and actually preferred tomatoes to sweet fruits. Rosie was the chicken who watched the other chickens play. When thrown a grape or other treat she would let other birds race in and get it, sometimes jumping out of the way so as to give the other bird a clear shot.
Rosie was always thin, and at one point I tried feeding her off by herself, but she would just get stressed out over being removed and would not eat at all.
This winter was hard on Rose and when we installed the new heat lamp in the coop she could be found basking under it with her wings relaxed at her sides. During the bitter days she would stand just inside the coop door watching her flock in the snow.