Here is Plucky having a nap under the cherry tree in May 2018, when she was five and a half years old. We got her in the spring four years previously, and of the four hens we got, she was the smallest and barest. About a month later we went on holiday for a week and when we came back, there were still four hens but where was Plucky? She had regrown a new set of beautiful fluffy feathers in that week and we didn’t recognise her!
We were hoping she would reach her sixth birthday in September, but she died peacefully in the night, just a few months short. Plucky lived with us for four years, enjoying the sunshine and bugs, eating weeds and dust bathing with her friends, and still laying the odd egg once in a while. She was a gentle, happy hen, and we will miss her.