Earlier this morning when my mom went to check on the chickens we have out back she found one of out founding members dead. Puddles was an old man so I'm not surprised he kicked the bucket but I am sad he's gone.
So I just had to wake up and bury him a hole, a little bigger than the others we've buried because Puddles was the William Taft of our coop.
RIP Puddles 2012-2016, from chick to rooster.