On My Own

Greetings Chicken fans

Sorry again for the wide gap in blogs, not sure I can think of a good enough excuse for being away so long this time, so I wont bother you with a rubbish one!

As we are now a one chicken family, life is much more sedate and there have been not many zany chicken antics to report. The Gorgeous One is much happier with the cleaning out of just one chicken as Yoko makes much less mess (when I say mess, I mean poo) than when there was three of them. However, Yoko is not looking too clever these days and we just hope that she's not in any pain and just this morning we have had the dreaded "should we take her to the vet?" conversation, which neither of us will want to do... I'm counting myself out on the grounds of emotional instability.

When Yoko does go to join the other two in the great chicken field in the sky, we will have some more so there will be new and exciting adventures to share but we have an important event to get through first, so after that I would imagine. We think that this next time round we will not get ex-bats but get maybe a different breed, from a breeder (is there such a thing?), although I must say, for me, our girls are proper chickens, the type you would expect a china egg holder to be made out of, a lovely golden brown colour. A friend of ours, the make-up artiste, is threatening to buy us stupid looking chickens with pom pom things on their heads. She has also said that she might just buy them and sneak them into our chicken run, however it would be incredibly obvious who did it... Both the Gorgeous One and I are quite united in the anti-pom pom stakes so she shall not win this one...

Well, that's all from me today, I will keep you informed of any updates around Yoko although she might go quicker if she keeps standing in the rain like she is, how many times do I have to tell her that she isn't waterproof?!?!

She's Gone...

Once again chicken fans, I have to be the bearer of tragic news...

This morning, the gorgeous one went out to perform his usual duties with our two girls when he discovered that Mabel standing in the house with her head and tail down. He coaxed her head up and she opened her eyes for him, he knew then that we should get her to the vet. After he'd had his breakfast, he went back to check on her and she was laying on her side in the house, he stroked her and her wing moved and so he moved her to be comfortable in one of the nests. She opened her eyes, looked at him, closed them again and peacefully passed away.

Neither of us know why she's gone, it all happened so quickly, perhaps it's her age as we've had the girls nearly two years, so according to the vet we've done really well with them.

I think Sophie knows that something is wrong as she's either running around like a crazy thing (her tail, once again, freaking her out) or curled up next to me (that could be for warmth though), they are supposed to have an instinct on these things right?

So then there was one. I hope she doesn't get lonely. At least now, from being pushed out of the nesting boxes for so long, she'll have her choice of them...