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This one was eight years old. A silver laced Wyandot. Sweet, sweet girl. Just a month ago another one died. She was four and had been sick off and on. I have two left and I don’t think I’m getting any more. They bring so much joy, yet they are alot of work and it’s heartbreaking when they go. These chickens all have names and will follow me into the house. Chickens are some of the best people I’ve ever known.