I'm nursing my hen Clementine at the moment. I was feeding the chooks yesterday when I noticed there were six girls instead of the usual seven. Clementine was sitting in a nesting box, looking very forlorn. She let me stoke her gently without protesting. When I tried to get her to stand, she couldn't and collapsed again with her wings out.
After ignoring Duncan's insistence that I should let him 'knock her on the head', she spent last night in a comfortable box in the laundry. She's still eating, but can't move much. I'm not sure how much life she has left in her; I think she's kinda old.
If you were a chook, you'd want to be my chook....you'd be very well looked after.
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