It hasn’t been the greatest start to the year, has it? Not even in our chicken pen.

Lulu, our Black Rock, was looking a bit mopey compare to her normal cheerful ‘beak in everything’ mood on Monday. She didn’t leave the pen at all yesterday so I checked her over and she looked fine, but she refused a handful of corn. I knew that was a bad sign and, sure enough, she died in her sleep overnight. She was our oldest hybrid so it wasn’t entirely unexpected but it’s still a sad day when you lose one of your favourite (don’t tell the others) birds. Still, she had a fab life.

On a brighter note, I’ve just waved off one of my French Copper Black Marans cockerels to a new home up the road. He’s got six girls to look after so he’ll be a happy boy!