My dear Martha had to be put away today... She had prolapsis (I think that's how it is spelt) and nothing could be done. I have cried my eyes out. I know it was just a hen, but I loved her. I'm not showing you the photo of her wound, it looked horrendous and I will highest likely have nightmares about it. Feels so bad I could not do anything else but let her go. My very first chicken... It really feels like the end of the world.