Joan just died a few minutes ago. We went up there to check on the chickens and she couldn't breathe right. She'd been acting poorly for the past few days. She was on the ramp and one of the chickens pushed her off, and she couldn't get up. I guess that knocked the breath out of her and she couldn't catch it after that. We brought her down to the house and she died while I was holding her.
Poor Joan. Yeah...I know it sounds ridiculous to be so upset over a chicken...I'll make it even more ridiculous: I cried. It was sad watching her not able to breathe. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is.
Farewell Joan - you were a very funny little girl.