I lost Sherona last night. No terrorism-no predator-her body shows nothing but the result of a fall from the low perch. She probably didn't feel well enough to jump all the way up last night. I guess it's the way we'd all like to go, out enjoying the yard and fresh greens one day and gone in our sleep that night. No lingering, no invasive medical procedures. I had to have my little Georgia put down last week-a prolapse the vet tried but couldn't help her-and yes I paid for lethal injection. It's hard, but when you take responsibility for a life it's only right to give it the very best medical care you can, even if it's only "a three dollar chicken". As Antoine de Saint-Exupery wrote "You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed." Sherona was "just a chicken" as some people tell me but she was one of the sisters who bring me joy every day and she will be missed. I just wanted to remind everyone, in Sherona's name, that chickens are good people.