RIP Dolly

Well, sadly as fast as Jean got better and was let out to play agan, Dolly deteriorated rapidly. Steve went to pick her up and she just sat on his hand. Her comb was purple and floppy and her eyes closed.
There were no obvious signs of distress. We fed her some drops of water out of a syringe every half hour, but it was clear she was in a bad way, so we brought her inside in a box for the night, and at 11pm, she just slipped away.

And yes, we cried.

Our first chicken death. Poor Dolly. RIP



Dolly the Bluebelle and Twinkle the Gingernut.