In memory of the unknown chook
Today we had to face one of the ugly truths of our idyllic, bucolic lifestyle – it’s a cold hard world out there and bad things happen to good chooks.
Last night we put 6 hens to bed, but only 5 made it out this morning, to scratch another day. I can only guess that a fox was the culprit – we are left with no clue as to where the missing girl went, with not even a pile of feathers to mark her passing. If the remaining ladies were deeply traumatised by the terrifying events that occurred during the night they have managed to put a very brave face on things, carrying on their scratching, laying and pecking business as usual. However, I did notice that they put their heads down and solemnly observed a moments silence to mark the loss of their sister.
She was a good layer.