RIP LaLa.

I am grief -stricken this afternoon. One of my girls that were left here when we moved in 16 months ago had to be put down a little while ago. She had a prolapse and we did as much as we could for her but it was obvious her discomfit was getting too much.

LaLa was so named because she was just a little bit crazy when we first arrived. She was a pretty white chicken with a cheeky way about her. She'd come to the window at the family room and stand there as cool as a cucumber whilst the dog went berserk. I'm sure she was laughing at Bonnie. Her and Cackles were virtually wild as they were never looked after, they simply free-ranged all the time. No fresh water or nice bedding at all. We bought a hen-house and fed them well and at the end of the day they were tucked in safely in their new home; the upshot being they became tame and would follow me about the yard and eat from my hand. I always hoped both of them would just go in their sleep as they had had an awful early life and deserved so much better.

Sadly that didn't happen for LaLa. Cackles is wandering about lost this afternoon; and the twins Henny and Penny seem to know something isn't right because they're hanging about Cackles; something they would  never normally do.

Who knew that losing a chicken could be so gut-wrenching. My poor little LaLa.