We found out today what ailed her. Dolours was only going to get worse and would die anyway. Bert did the needful thing and I took her to the woods. The bag felt weighty. It's a strange thing that creatures so light in life are heavy in death. I picked a lovely spot for her and came home. I still have her bed to clear away and all her dishes to clean. Tomorrow morning will be the first day in ages that I don't have to go out to her shed, wondering if she made it through the night and then have mixed feelings when I see that she did.
No RIPs. Dolours will be food for the foxes tonight.
4 comments:
Still sad for you Nelly 😥
So sorry.
I know. It seems silly. But I really liked that hen.
I don’t know this story yet, but lord do I know that weighty bag. And that feeling when you go out every morning for 4 weeks straight wondering if this will be the say, the mix of relief when it’s not and the wonder that somehow they still hanging on. Hugs to a fellow hen lover, from across the pond.
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