Today is a very sad day.
I have managed so far not to cry, but only because I have several phone calls to make and can't be snuffly.
Last night the foxes took Darcey.
She was an extremely lovely chicken, with a beautifully fluffy bottom, the most talkative of chums, just getting the hang of egg laying and generally in the prime of life.
Margot is extremely upset and has been wandering about looking sad and lost. I think she is being a bit stiff-upper-lip-ish and hiding her grief though because she did seem quite un-bothered when I took her some consoling porridge this morning.
Death to foxes, curses on all their houses.
In order to cheer myself up I have already planned for some tiny fluffy arrivals at some point in the next few weeks...
I can't put photos of the horrible sad little piles of feathers about the garden, but here she is peering out at the snow in January. Neither of them were impressed by the snow and spent the whole week indoors, essentially having their meals brought to them in bed. Very naughty.
And Margot, despite being a bit bonkers, is still very cute indeed.
Ok, I had better stop as I am at risk of sounding like a mad chicken lady...
That photo of Darcey looks slightly skew-whiff, as if she is nose-bombing out... are you sure it's the right way about??
ReplyDeleteHaha, she was almost, she is peering down out of the hole leading from the house to the run, and the camera is all a bit strange angle-y because I was trying to take the picture upside down!
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