Hazel

Our sweet Hazel left us on Sunday.  We found her scrunched in a corner when we checked on the girls in the afternoon.  I don't know what happened to her.  She laid an egg, and then died.  In retrospect, there were signs that she wasn't feeling well--she had been moving slower than the other girls (which I thought was just because she was bigger), we got a couple of blood-streaked eggs from her, and she passed some watery stools, but all of those things are normal things that happen with chickens from time to time, so I wasn't too alarmed.  Chickens are experts at hiding sickness or injury, so we didn't know there was anything wrong enough to cause death.  Poor Hazel.

 

 

 Hazel was Bubby's favorite.

Miss you, girlfriend.