RIP, Doris.

After several weeks of decline, Doris fell yesterday evening and never got up. This morning she was still lying there, looking dead, but still breathing slightly... so Keith ended her suffering and she's gone on to wherever the good chickens go.

She was as friendly as she was beautiful, always the first one to come over and say hello when we went outside, and even on the last evening of her life she was eager to enjoy a kitchen treat or a handful of scratch. We still don't know what was wrong with her, but the other hens are fine so apparently it wasn't contagious.

So safe travels, Doris. You'll be missed.