This morning, Jon and I decided it was time to euthanized Brown Hen. She hadn’t come out of the coop in a few days and she stopped eating. She couldn’t roost, just sat in the roosting box all day.
At night White Hen would sit in the same roosting box with her, but for most of the day she was out with Kitty and Anne pecking around for food as chickens do.
I could see that Brown Hen wasn’t getting better and I was hoping she would die on her own. But there was no reason for us to let her die slowly, which was obviously what was happening.
We got Brown Hen and White Hen as chicks just after we moved to this farm nine years ago. I will miss seeing her pecking around the farm, hanging out on the back porch and feeding her in the afternoon.
After Jon shot her, I put her body in a clearing in the woods and said good bye.