On Saturday afternoon, I stepped out of a memorial service in town to see this across the street:
Last night when I shut the pop door on the henhouse, I noted that Elvira was up on the roost. Joining a Speckled Sussex and a Red Sex-link (both have been doing somewhat poorly for weeks) on the floor of the coop was the Buff Orpington. Hmmm. I looked her over; she looked as robust as ever so I left her alone. This morning she was dead. No signs of violence; just dead. ???
I continue to spin Blaise's fleece and knit on these:
That's it for today from . . .