We bid farewell to one of our hens today, Rosie. Andy and I had both noticed that she seemed really sad and depressed-- yes our hen looked depressed. We tried to cheer her up by letting her roam the yard. She wouldn't move. We tried feeding her worms. She wouldn't touch them. She quite laying. Andy picked her up and realized that she wasn't eating, there was no meat left on her breast. Her feathers were matted and unkempt. We made the decision yesterday, to let her return to her Heavenly home.
Recently, Bear learned to say the word "chicken." He would walk up to the chickens and point at them and say, "chicken" every time we went in the backyard. I know she's in a better place and that our boys will miss her.