I think we’re getting another eight tomorrow, so will call one Red Two in her honour.
Was the real queen of the garden. Came to us as a tiny skcrawny skittish thing, grew into a big beautiful bird that was super friendly - would sit on your lap, eat crisps out your bag, looked after any new ones that got picked on.
Was ill about a fortnight ago, we brought her indoors to sleep, said our goodbyes, looked absolutely out of it, tears were shed. Next morning, was running round the room she was in having leapt out the box we bedded her down in (chickens tend to peck/pick on ones that are ill, often fatally). TV found her asleep this morning, so glad we gave her 8/9 years of life and fun and loved her to bits, and that she had a second burst of life and always seemed happy.
Dusty in here isn’t it.
Pets eh? Fucking brilliant.