A little background first, Noddle was barely a year old when she died yesterday. When the flock was first put outside, one rooster, cordon bleu, decided to mature early, breeding all the hens way before they had started laying, I guess noodle was his favorite, he had pulled out most of her head...
My rooster and one hen did not come up this evening for their meal so I went looking for them. The hen I found lying 8ft from the road against our flower border. Her blood was on the white line and her insides were hanging out of her but she was still alive, so I gently lifted her and carried...