Indoor girl

The old brown leghorn is back indoors. She comes in each evening now for a warm up and a cosy snooze. She's very thin and her lungs still rattle but she's game and mostly fine. Two days ago she was practicing dying on the front doorstep but a sleep in a tray of hay in the kitchen put her right. Now she walks over to the front door in the morning to be let out to join the others, spends the day in the garden mostly foraging near them, then in the late afternoon lets herself be picked up to come inside. Then she moves between kitchen and dining room, eating and drinking a little and standing by my chair while I work. Her cough sounds like one from a life of 60 a day. Lovely company.