Blog about knitting, sewing and a bit about my daily life.
maandag 26 juli 2010
Witje is dead
This morning I buried my oldest chicken, she was 7 years old and her name was Witje. She did not seem ill yesterday morning. When the farrier was here to trim the hoofs of the donkeys, she came immediately to pick the small pieces of horn. Dogs and chickens love them.
Yesterday night when they went to sleep, she was not well and would not eat. This morning she lay dead in the hen-house.