A triple blow
They say things come in threes. Well I certainly hope so. Earlier this year we had to say goodbye to three of our girls in the space of a week. And it left us, and the remaining flock, somewhat shell-shocked and battle scarred.
At the start of that terrible week, we had 12 girls, a mixture of ex-bats and other special girls who had found their way to us.
One of these special girls, Little Nell, or Chick to her friends, was the first to leave us. Tiny in stature, big on character, Nell had only been with us a few months. After finding her fading fast in the garden one evening, we brought her inside so she would pass surrounded by love, but amazingly the warmth of a human body revived her. She spent the next few days being cossetted in the spare bedroom, being allowed a turn around the grounds in the sunny afternoons. However, it soon became clear she was getting worse, and after talking to our lovely vet, Jason, we decided it was time for her to leave us. Maybe it would have been better if she had died peacefully in the garden, but hindsight is a marvellous thing.
Our next loss was finding Inca dead in the coop. Inca the Tinker was the picture of health, almost four and with never a sick day in her life. She was also the bossiest little hen imaginable and obviously suffered from Little Hen Syndrome. So her death was a terrible shock for us, but more so for Iona, her BFF. Hatched together, they had never spent a night apart and that first night without Inca, Iona was desperately calling her friend, trying to find her. It was pitiful.
Then, to conclude our septimana horriblis*, we had to say goodbye to Margot Eggbetter, ex-bat