If I had tossed her out just because she was spent, she wouldn't have been 6, almost 7years old. Just because I chose to be happy about the natural cycle of life opening a space for some other lucky hen at my very top notch chicken village, doesn't mean that see chickens as disposable commodities. It's not even about my culture, it's about me admitting that I celebrate life over mourning, when I see absolutely nothing to mourn or call a "loss." I'm sorry you're missing my point and it's not important to me that you share it, but definitely don't read all untrue negatively into it because you're way off.No bubble here. Different philosophy. My inner voice says that chickens are living creatures who aren't for disposal. They gave me eggs while they were younger, trained young cockerels, raised babies. They are important members of the flock, and I can't toss them out just because they are spent. But I know there are many people who see animals as commodities. It's a cultural difference. I get it.