Hello, remember me? Long ago, before we had what feels like more rain than in Noah's time I used. To be able to garden. Since its turned into a big in our garden I haven't been able to pull on my wellies and get digging, hence the silence from me. Today though I wanted to share the sad news that our oldest and last of the original chickens we bought has died.
Dear old Buck Bucky put up a great fight but succumbed to a respiratory disease today.
Now only down to three chickens the dilemma is do we get more. We seem to lose them when there are no newly hatched birds available but at least that gives us time to decide what to do for the best.
Whatever we decide, Buckster will be buried under a rose and remembered with fondness. G'night, old girl.
