I announce the passing of Bee, the last remaining chicken of my beloved oldgirl flock. She was not in the best health for a while, and succumbed to abdominal cancer/ascites last month at the age of 6, not long after her best friend Juno passed. I am happy to have known her, and to have had her teach me just how deeply emotional chickens are. Beebee was strange, loud and very neurotic, and never a fan of being held, but she loved her Juno deeply. It is comforting to know they are reunited in death.