Goodbye Granny

Little Granny died last night.  The last of my three original hens out here.She's been hopping around with surprising vigor this summer, but I guess it was her time.  Yesterday I found her face down in the grass against the greenhouse and I thought she was dead then.I picked her up gently and her head popped up with the usual indignation Hey, what's a chicken gotta do to get a nap around here? so I set her down again nearer the flock, but that was it.She made a rapid transition.  Often hens linger for a few days, standing around in a kind of half-asleep state before they go.  I always wonder if they're in pain when they go like that, but they seem to just slip away, from dozing to tucking their head under a wing for the last time.