Philly in the foregorund, looking for a tasty cricket.
This morning I buried Philly.
She was really Philly II, her predecessor was named after Australia
Poor little hen, she had been looking very tired the past few weeks, so when I found her lifeless body, still warm, in the chook shack this morning, I felt sad but relived she was out of pain,
But as a friend reminded me, since she had been rescued from one of those horrible caged chicken farms a couple of years ago, she has led a pretty good free-range life.
Her galpals Ledger and Layne were pretty distressed, clucking as I removed her.
She is now buried between compost bins two and three, with a pumpkin seedling planted om her mound.
But after work tonight I went by a chook supplier my great girlfriend Madeleine recommended and bought four point of lay Rhode Island Reds.
Now I hope Layne and Ledger are far too busy dealing with the invasion of Philly III , Gidget III , Laura and Hilda to mourn their little mate.
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