Susan was always my swetest chicken. She would get on my lap, and not want to fly off like the others did. She laid until she was four years old and then she got sick. She was sick, on and off, for about two months. Sometimes her comb turned blue, and she would sit on the roost all puffed up and pitiful, but sometimes her comb would turn pink again, and she'd play outside as usual. I never knew what was wrong with her. I came home at five today, opened up the coop,and found her dead. She had a good life, long for a sex-link. I'll miss my little lap chicken.