One month and a day ago Helen, my favourite hen, disappeared from the hen run.
...we had a call from Clint. Apparently, there were a lot of hens wandering the road in front of the primary school. Anything to do with us? I checked and all my hens were home. Except for Helen. I spent an hour looking for her but no joy. And to think that only a few hours earlier Evie and I had been in the run hand-feeding her RJ Kerr soda bread.
Perhaps she'd turn up in the morning. Perhaps she choked on the soda and died. Perhaps Foxy…?
But she did not turn up in the morning.