Oh my I'm so sorry. My daughter (9yrs old) has decided that we're no longer allowed to have favorites after losing two of our most precious favorite girls. She says aloud, "_____ is my LEAST favorite" or "I don't like _____" but then will go whisper to them "you're actually my favorite and I love you". It's so difficult whenever it's your favorite and it seems like the favorites always have the worst luck. We grow from all of it no matter the outcome. I can't imagine life without chickens and ducks and hope I never have to.