Zip came to visit White Hen this morning. White Hen seems to have less energy to me. She stays on her roost longer and won’t take food from my hand.
But she’s still eating and eliminating and seems to have no desire to go beyond the confines of the stall.
And we still talk. Me imitating her clucks, peeps and squeaks. And her answering them.
Peaceful thoughts for the White Hen. Long may she reign.
:)