The hardest thing to do when raising your own flock of friends is deciding when an injury is too much and they need put down. Today I had to put down one of my girls. She had a bite of some type show up that kept getting bigger and bigger. The wound grew from golf ball sized to softball size overnight. I decided she was suffering and did what I thought was best for her. It hurts so bad to see the chicks that we raise turn into beautiful hens and then we have to make decisions like this. Its so hard to do but its part of the way of life we lead. My Black Australorp hen looked at me at that moment and seem to tell me it was ok! I know that sounds strange but I swear the way she looked at me she soothed my heart. You will be missed sweet lady. Thanks for all the enjoyment you gave me!!!!