Thank you, girl. It's so hard losing her, she was literally one of my best friends even if she was just a chicken, but I know shes not suffering anymore. I've never been sure that I did something right when putting a chicken down, always a what if, but now I know now that shes not in pain anymore.Asdfgh, it always seems like 5 is the deciding year. They either make it past it, and stick around for practically ever, or go then. I've lost more girls than I can count between 4 and 5. It's such a freakishly exact pattern that still gets me every time.
Oh, man, Butterscotch, that sounds so rough. @-@ I'm glad to hear that you weren't hurt any worse, though.
---what is with this poor thread right now
Poor guy indeed. I didn't know what a foxtail was before this, but that looks like agony to have in your eye. x-x
Oh my word, girl, don't apologize to me.
I'm so sorry you lost that spicy gal. She was such a character that I loved hearing about- especially with all of her crazy comb adventures. And I can say with assurance that you gave her the absolute best treatment possible, as you always do. Take all the time you need, of course, and you've got my prayers.

She was one of a kind, though, and I will never forget her, and there will always be a gap where she should be in the flock, but at least I got to know her, y'know? She could have been sold off to some farmer that would have culled her 3 years ago when she had egg bound. At least I know I gave her the best life that I possibly could, and she was literally spoiled like a queen.
 
	 
 
		 
			
		
		
		
	
	
			
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		
 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		