Our Last Hen

So today I come home to find out our last hen was caught, likely by a coyote. She was the last survivor of many other attacks on the flock... living a few more years after all her family members were taken by a bobcat. I am thankful for the time shared. There's something wonderful about caring for another intelligent being... creating a connection and familiarity. I guess now she'll no longer have to be by herself, after living amongst so many as a lone survivor...