We lost another friend today. Luna, our sweetest hen.
Luna and Sandy came home the day our first hen, Henny died. Henjay came a week later. Luna's eggs were beautiful and brown.
Luna lost the use of one of her wings at a young age after being attacked by a dog. She escaped that assault and at least two others from a possum before she finally gave her life to feed another.
Luna loved dirt baths and free-range pecking near the compost. Her bad wing had begun to "grey".
Luna loved sleepovers in the garage when the possum was a threat.
Goodbye bird friend. You were much loved.