We found Henry the Rooster dead this morning. We knew he was not well. He had a deformed pelvis (called wry tail) and would have to do this weird hop to walk around. If he had been a hen he would have died the first time he tried to lay an egg. (He would have become egg bound.) We knew we had to put him out of his misery, but Claire loved him so we kept putting it off. It was actually better to find him like this. Claire and my Mom buried him this morning and Claire said she was glad Henry "killed himself" so she didn't have to watch Daddy do it. She's learning life. She'll be fine.
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