A dear hen, the oldest in our flock, has passed away. She was a Golden Laced Wyandotte named Miss Prissy Fuzzy Bottom, and she was 10 years old. She was one of our "originals" from when we first got chickens. Miss Prissy was a fantastic and unusual chicken. She had a crooked toe and a deformed crop, but those issues did not slow her down. She had an enormous enthusiasm for treats, and it was funny to watch her run because her crop was so large, like a giant single boob on the front of her chest, that it would swing side-to-side. Sometimes she'd get going so fast that her swinging boob would nearly cause her to flop over sideways. When she walked, she'd shove her knee into her boob to lift it up so she could get over things and so she could see the ground. We called her a "strong independent woman" because she was so enthusiastic and successful in her chicken duties despite her physical challenges. Miss Prissy was the first to reach the treats, running ahead...