No matter how determined you are to stay unattached to livestock, there always seems to be one that captures your heart. That one in my flock of hens was Henny Penny. I said I wasn't going to name any of the standard hens because we might eat them some day. But then one hen started to come running every time I was in sight. She would nuzzle my legs. She just had more personality than the others. Before I had even realized it, I had given her a name.
The flock won't be the same without her. I found her dead in the coop this afternoon. It appears that she was egg bound. She never showed any signs of being ill, so I hope that means that she went quickly without much pain or suffering.