We said goodbye to Original tonight, the only chicken who had earned a lifetime place on the farm. I didn't find her in the coop at lockdown, which has never happened. I found her huddled in the corner of the yard, and we knew something was wrong. When I held her and examined her, I knew she was suffering and it would be cruelty to make her last until morning. We don't know what was wrong... she wasn't eggbound, her vent looked just fine. This morning, she was running around with all the others. But she was leaking some fluid, like she was urinating, and she kept falling asleep in my arms. Everyone's pretty broken up about her. Sahara is crying while she's cleaning her room, and Mark (our other child) had to go get a baby rabbit and hold it for comfort. I asked Russ to take care of her for me, but to bag up her body so I wouldn't find it when I took out the trash.
I knew I'd be upset whenever the time came for her to go.




I knew I'd be upset whenever the time came for her to go.