Had to cull my first hen today. I should've known that any hen that earned the name "Tarkin" (as in the bad guy from Star Wars) would be bad news. I caught her eating eggs. Hopefully, no one else caught on. I stuck extra golf balls in the nest boxes to discourage 'tasting' for a while. Just in case. As imperative as it was to cull her, I couldn't do it myself. I had a friend come take her home for dinner. Rest in spices, Tarkin.