My hen, Ethel, passed away today. She was 20 months old. I found her when I went out to get eggs this morning. She was on the nest and looked like she was just sitting there to lay an egg. When she didn't look up or move when I came near I realized she was dead. Ethel had several go-rounds with prolapse, that I was able to fix. This time I didn't discover it in time to save her. She laid a lovely medium sized egg every day that was the same color as my coffee with cream. Her mother was my friend's SLW hen and her dad was a black Cochin. She had the prettiest blue laced feathers. She was the only one of my hens that didn't go broody this year, but one of my BO hens hatched out 5 of Ethel's babies for us. So I have 4 pullets and a cockerel that are her babies. The cockerel and one pullet are black, 2 pullets are splash, and the last one is silvery gray with a light head. Very pretty babies. I'm so glad I have them now that Ethel is gone. I placed her body at the back of our property near the woodlot. Hopefully something will be hungry tonight and make use of her remains. My chickens are not pets, they are livestock and they have a job to do here. BUT I do care very much for each and every one of them and it does hurt when one passes. I'll miss you Ethel.