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Came back from a lovely 10km walk around the locale to find one of the chooks lying literally feet up at the foot of the coop ladder. Perhaps the end had come as the morning Sun called her out, perhaps the ridiculously mischievous winds we’ve had this past 24hrs blew her unsteady feet from under her. She most definitely fell off her perch. She was our baby; the only girl we’ve had from an egg. Brief mourning and quiet chat with the remaining girls.
The wind took some of my early beans too, dammit.