A bit of a story about the passing of Bluey.
I had a ten year old hen once and I took her to a vet in France to be euthanised. Her legs had given way you understand, it was the kindest thing. Anyway, I went up to the reception with Bluey who was taking in all around her in the cat basket. As I was waiting not one dog or cat made a sound despite them all seeing her. I suspect, now, that it was surprise. I digress, when I got to the counter and explained I had a “Poule for le pique”, she looked at me and blinked twice. “Quoi ?” (what ?) I repeated my request. She looked in the basket somewhat aghast and sent me to see a vet who clearly was not amused to have his time wasted, then, after doing the job (twice coz he didn’t know how much to give her) he charged me 60€ for my pleasure. Me who was choking back the tears.
In France hens are for eating or eggs, not as pets. I will be doing any euthanasia necessary in the future … Or taking her to a hen farm and asking them to do it for me.