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...