I went to check the roost this afternoon and found our white Leghorn dead in the egg box. She left a single egg behind, I imagine it was her last act. We don’t name our chickens any more, we are fond of these industrious and peaceable creatures. I carried her to the deep woods behind the house and left her for the coyotes and foxes, earth to earth.

I can’t say I love our chickens, I am fond them and the Leghorn was especially independent, a good egg layer as well. I thanked her for her time here and gave her a good toss into the woods. We will replace her, I think we need to have more than two hens.