Gimpy Chicken died last night. She hadn’t been doing so well the last few days, and we had begun debating again if we should end things for her. Andy put her in the back corner of our property by the trees where carnivorous things lurk, so that they can return her molecules to the world.

We don’t have a picture of Gimpy Chicken grown up, but here she is as a chick with the rest of the chicks. I think she’s the black and white one on the lower right.

We aren’t so good with chickens.