So sorry, she was a beautiful girl. I love my Polish. We have those days, I've had it today. Went out and my beloved Snowball, a white frizzle, who I wrote about being made of steel after avoiding so many disasters- dead. I go out to bury him and filp over a feed pan- dead chicken. She had gotten under it somehow and in the heat died. Some days just suck, but loving a chicken is worth it.
P.S Good luck at the fair

P.S Good luck at the fair