Ivy is close to the end. She is in the hospital cage, brightened only by the grapes I bought for her today. Her sister, Lexie, is with her and seems content to stay by Ivy's side. This morning, Ivy came down the ramp, but at the bottom, lost her footing. DH said when he saw her flapping, Tux was pecking her with Ivy flapping around, unable to get up, and when he pushed Tux away, Tux came back at Ivy. That tells me so much--Tux knows the head hen is passing and vulnerable, perhaps is vying for her spot. Hard to say, really, but the one who stands watch over the head hen as she is passing has always been the new head hen and that is Lexie. Anyway, DH picked up Ivy and put her up in the cage (dog kennel on top of Zane's cage) with food and water nearby and the fan blowing on her. Mercifully, the temps are somewhat lower today than they have been. She seems fine with being there, unmolested by anyone and in the cool breeze.
Ivy perked up when offered grapes, but finds it very hard to walk more than a couple shaky steps. Lexie didn't clamor to get out when placed in the cage with Ivy (she's never been in it), but lay down near her sister, closed her eyes, and was breathing in sync with Ivy. She will be so lost without her sister--she refused the grapes offered her, unlike Ivy, and she refused the offer to come out of the cage.
Ivy has tried so hard to stay with us, but she can't fight the darkness that's stalking her now. I pray she passes peacefully as did Violet, the head hen before her. That girl has such a determined spirit. I'm happy that a couple of her special BYC friends got to meet her in person to see how special she is.