One of my chickens died last night, the first loss except for the one who ended up in the Fox's tummy as a teenager. We don't know why Bonnie died, perhaps she was egg bound. Whatever the cause, I'll really miss her. I posted this on my Grandma blog today.
Poor Bonnie died during the night. For the past few days she's been acting oddly -- didn't want to come out of the coop, limped a bit, seemed to be feeling bad. I picked her up and petted her. she was extra docile. Bonnie was my favorite chickie, so I’m sad today. Silly, I suppose, to cry over a chicken, but I really loved her.