Yeah, I think she's a fav. Even when I brought her back out yesterday, the first thing those boys did was try to mate her.
It's funny how things work out sometimes. I had been thinking for days that the first to go would be Crazy, we've just never really liked him. So I went out and was hanging out in the run, and Crazy walks over, looks at the ground and starts clicking. Three girls run over, he picks up an Alfalfa pellet and lays it on the ground in front of them and clicks some more. All I could remember at that point was Jagger, and how awesome I thought it was that he did that, so Crazy stays. I realized that my favorite was only my favorite because of how pretty I always thought he was, but that's not really the best way to make decisions. I did almost cry before, during and after the deed, but he's now sitting in the fridge and I'm going to convince (beg) my MIL to make some chicken soup.
I hope this helps the flock, I prefer not to have to do this again before hubby gets home.