My pretty, little, good girl Hilde died from a colic yesterday 馃檨 She was one of the “senior staff” in the flock and the real leaderess of the pack. She gifted us many delicious eggs, always lively and cheerful.

Unfortunately, most sick animals won’t let you recognize any symptoms or weaknesses until it’s far too late, so we might not have reacted in good time. Sickness, winter and humid cold seem to have tipped her over the edge. Although we kept her warm and cozy close to the radiator in our living room, and – following the vet’s recommendation – giving her vitamins and concentrated food, she finally didn’t make it. 

Poor little Hilde, I hope she lived her best chicken life in my backyard chicken’s playground.