I know- it seems silly to mourn the loss of a chicken- but she was MY chicken, my favorite chicken. She was the one that went to the kids' school and became thier honorary mascott. She was the chicken that had the sweetest disposition. She was the one that liked to be held. She was the one I got the most attached to. Now it hurts- really hurts. She spent her last day with me- she just got lethargic yesterday- up until then, everything was fine. The scientific part of me wanted to do a necropsy- but my heart squashed that one- I couldn't do it. So I buried her under the crepe myrtle tree just outside of the chicken yard. I can't believe she is gone. Thank You Chaka Khan for the time we had. RIP Chaka Khan (Spring 2009-May 10, 2011). You will never be forgotten. Chaka Khan is on the right.