In 2016, aged 48, I had a stroke. Now I'm coming out through the other side.
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Thursday, 6 July 2017
Oh crikey, we lost another hen last night. Three years without events, then two die in a week. I can't help thining that I might have been able to prevent it, as I left the chickens alone all day (as I usually do) despite being in the house for much of the day. I found her at bedtime, so of course it meant a late night trying to revive her. It was weird because sitting with her on me, I thought I could see her heart beating. My first thought was that the cause of death was heat-related, as it was so hot yesterday, so I took her into the bath to put the shower onto her, but she never regained consciousness.
Daphne was a beautiful girl, but she kept humans at arm's length throughout her life. She was very much a wild thing at heart, unfortunately the best we could do was our garden.