I brought Ms.Butterworth back in my cabin before the last few bad storms. She was not doing well. She no longer perched.Tonight though, i knew she had stopped eating or drinking. She slept all day and I waited for it to come and when the time seemed near I picked her up and put her in my lap next to the warm wood stove. She would open her eyes to look me in the eye, the kindest look a chicken could ever give was reflected in the blackness. A thank you. Then she would close them again.
She always was happy, she never showed any sign of pain or suffering just the steps it takes to leave this world when you are done. At the very end her head moved round and round, like she was in some kind of voodoo ritual, her wings opening up and her head then moving inward to point straight up into sky. A crucified pose, an opening, and flight of the spirit from the body.
She then layed her head down in my lap and was gone.
MS. BUTTERSWORTH YOU ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
Xoxoxoxoxo
