THis morinin I woke up at 6 to go get ready for school when I heard a chicken swaking LOUDLY and so I went down to check. On my right their lie silverwing, My sliver wyanadotte, broken and torn. I wanted to cry but I needed to cheack on the others. Tweetie was the one swaking, running around and hiding. I got her and went to the coop where I found the 4 other chickens. The door was ajar. I felt so happy they were okay but so angry and grief filled about silverwing They weren't just chickens to me, you know? Their like my babies, (I'm only 14) and pets I really love. I know I shoudn't be so fragile but...... I watched her grow up and found her personaltity to. She was The top of the pecking order, and I can tell the other chickens are alittle lost. When I went down their tonight to check on them, they even left her usual spot open for her I didn't help that I found out 15 min. before my bus came. My best friends wern't supportive either. One made jokes about how we could eat her now and how shes just a chicken, get over it. And the other one just ignored me.