Plump, attractive, mature lady with all her own feathers looking for somebody to strut with and possibly share some snails and bugs. Has own transport and can sometimes squeeze an egg out. GSOH (good sense of hens) essential.
I am all that is left of the Tialys flock.
In the old days there were a few of us and we had a handsome cockerel called Darth who looked after us.
I used to chat with him and we sometimes had a laugh together by pretending not to see that a kitten was stalking us.
These black hens were the oldest and had been Tialys chickens since 2006.
Darth died last year aged 11 and only me and Grandma Black Hen were left. We flew up into a tree earlier last year when the weasels came and decapitated our last two sisters right in front of us.
Last weekend, Grandma Black Hen started to fade and then she died – she was 12 years old and my last friend.
I came rushing out of my coop this morning as usual –
I heard Mr. & Mrs. Tialys say they don’t want to keep chickens any more so they won’t be getting me any new friends but they are worried I’ll be lonely.
I am too.