a gentle end

the old brown leghorn recently named 'Margaret' died today at 3.30pm sitting in a tray of straw in the corner of the kitchen. She'd collapsed again in the garden this morning and looked dead till I picked her up when she stopped playing possum and began to eat and drink again. She came inside and seemed quite happy. She was lovely and is now in the garden waiting to feed a fox who no doubt will come by later on.