Molly Is Dead

One of our favorite of Grandma and Grandpa's chickens is dead. Molly was fine in the morning, and when they went back in the evening she was dead with ants crawling all over her head.

The Peeps have grown, so they had to move them into the Girl's pen, and move the Girls in with the Ladies. A couple of the Ladies are really mean (old age. They need to be stewed!) and I guess as nature would have it, they were trying to establish a 'pecking order' literally. And now Miss Molly is gone. She was one of the sweetest ones ever and layed the most beautiful and delicious eggs.

We won't be naming any more chickens.