My favourite hen was found dead this morning in the coop. I'm afraid that I didn't take care of her enough - they are all battling mites and maybe it was just too much for her.
I feel horrible and horribly inadequate, and so does the Moth. When he went to open the coop and found her, he came running into the house in tears (he's more sensitive than I am about things in general and I love him for it)
RIP my sweetest Daisy.