This afternoon, I found Mercy, our oldest chook dead in the middle of the run.
She was coming up on 4 years old. There were no obvious marks or fluids, no sign of a struggle, so I hope it was a painless death.
I’ve been remiss in spending time with the girls lately as there have been so many new things to take my time and attention so, besides the normal turn out at feeding times, I haven’t noticed anything amiss.
Life is to be celebrated, so I made her final resting place the bottom of the Pepino which she loved to strip the leaves from and eat the fruit of in Summer. It is here that I plan to create a King Stropharia mushroom patch, so it is a good way for her to continue to benefit the garden.
I hope her journey is a good one and maybe we’ll meet again as another set of probabilities another time