Yesterday I found my Bumpers in one of the nest boxes. She never fully recovered from her last illness, and I think all the rain was just too hard on her. I've cried all night, and I'm starting again as I type this. I don't know how I'm going to do without her. It's so hard to believe anybody could get so attached to a chicken, but she taught me that chickens have their own personalities, and are smart, feeling creatures.
RIP Bumpers. I know some day I'll see you again in a far green meadow.
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Oh! I am so sorry.