Number One and First Lady shared the top spot of the pecking order. Number One is the hen that would come right up to me, tilt her head one way or the other in order to give me the eye, while seeming to declare, "You ARE giving us some fresh water today, right?" or "The feed is getting a little low, you know." I knew exactly what she was saying!
I'm sorry that she suffered this end and sad to see her go. She will be missed in the chicken yard. RIP Number One.
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