Today my 10 year old black rock chicken, Big Sandra, was humanely killed by the local farmer. I can't believe how upset I was, huge lump in my throat, tears and snotters. I had tried everything but the last few days she would not eat or drink anything and today she didn't come out of her bed. She was so skinny and so unhappy. It was all over in a second, of course she got the full funeral service. Some of my friends can't understand how people can get attached to hens but then they have never sat on a summers day watching hens and all their antics. I think their is nothing more pleasant.