17 years old is a good age for a chicken. I suppose I shouldn't be so sad. She was sitting in the front yard today sunning when I left, enjoying herself. When I fed the horses I threw food out for the three free range chickens in my yard. She didn't come. I found her in the horse stall. She looked like she was simply brooding. She fell asleep and died. No blood, no damage. No lingering illness. Her little chickenbird clock just ticked out. Poor Angry Bird. I sure loved that goofy chicken. I buried her in her spot by the cross ties where she'd stand and talk to me while I groomed horses and carried on about my regular horsey duties. She was a talker. My yard is quieter now. My Buff Orpington Roo and the other RIR stood silently next to me and watched me put her in the ground and push dirt over her. I sat on the ground and cried over her spot and they stood to my left and right with me and said goobye.