Molly has been ailing for the last few days and today she gave up the battle.
In the following eight and a half years she has emigrated with us from the city to the country, carried on laying eggs, and been – to us – a gentle sociable hen, always ready to nestle up on a shoulder or lap while remaining a dominant member of the flock to the very end.
Meanwhile a productive hour on the phone this morning has instigated a convoy of lorries which will arrive over the next few days bringing: wood for pig ark making, curved corrugated steel sheet for same, pipes and fittings for taking water to the pig zone…. AND materials to protect the (remaining) hens from the daytime fox. The aim is that when Severn Trent barricade us in for the rest of the month we have Plenty To Do.