A few of you have asked about dg’s mother’s hen, Annette, who at last report had moved into the farm kitchen after the other hens started attacking her. During dg’s visit to the farm last week, Annette was under foot, under the table and in the pantry, quite unperturbed by people and dogs. Well, she died Thursday night. DG’s mother, guessing that something was up, got a cardboard box, put the box on end so that the side was open, and made a nest of straw (normally chickens roost, only “nesting” to lay eggs). The chicken settled down in the box and only came out once after that. And in the morning she was dead. DG’s mother says, “I’ll never name another animal. If I get I dog, I’m just going to call it “dog.”
BTW, Jean is well past 90 and survived major cancer surgery last year and is still looking after the farm by herself. Here she is a couple of years ago, reciting a Walter Scott poem.