Written by Heather Zubiare
It has been a while since the passing of Miss Myrtle, one day she just didn't seem right, and that evening when my husband went to put the girls to bed, he found her in a lifeless heap at the base of the chicken ladder. He took care of her disposal, I couldn't bear it. Sadly, I can't even remember the exact day, I think it was 6 months ago, maybe longer? She was such a good layer, and a lovely tempered chicken, I was sad this is how she came to her end.
She was scrappy too, just when I thought it was over for her, she would rebound, but sadly, not this time. Now I am down to 4 hens, it would seem the hardiest of the bunch. I will keep them for a while longer, and then if they are still hunting and pecking, and in good health, then I will find a butcher and start all over with a new batch of hens. And that's all I have to say about that.
The End.
She was scrappy too, just when I thought it was over for her, she would rebound, but sadly, not this time. Now I am down to 4 hens, it would seem the hardiest of the bunch. I will keep them for a while longer, and then if they are still hunting and pecking, and in good health, then I will find a butcher and start all over with a new batch of hens. And that's all I have to say about that.
The End.