Zoe took it well. She wanted to know what happened. I told her I didn't know- I just found her that way. She wanted to know if we could get another chicken. I told her sure.
I feel a little silly, being sad about a dead chicken. After all, I eat chicken. But Princess was a pet, not just an egg machine. I worry that she suffered and I somehow missed it. I raised her from a chick. I held her. Granted she was the least friendly of the three, but she was part of the family nonetheless.
By the way, I hate touching dead animals. The few times I have had to do it, I have been seriously creeped out. I couldn't leave her in the coop. I had to get her out of there. One of the things that sucks about being the grown-up - you have to dispose of the dead things. Gag. Too bad Sundown wasn't here. With a deep breath and a short prayer- Princess was put to rest.
So, come to find out chickens LOVE to eat styrofoam. Styrofoam is also poison for chickens.
Princess got into our trash area. A place we try to keep the chickens from visiting. We recently replaced our broken television, and the packaging shows signs of pecking. Princess must have eaten quite a bit.
What a tough lesson to learn. The loss is greater than you would think. Princess had a personality and had become a member of the household. She will be missed.