She's gone where the good eggs go...
About a week ago, we found her laying next to the laying boxes with a stiff leg.
We gave her some food and water and made her comfy.
The next day she was on the floor of the chicken shed, looking uncomfortable.
I made her a special little nest and gave her her own food and water dishes.
Within a few hours she looked better, she turned herself around and started preening her feathers.
Last night I noticed she was eating well and drinking.
Things were looking up.
This morning, not so much...she was gone.
Bye Bye Henrietta...
I put her next to one of the new gardens and placed a flat stone on top to protect from predators.
But so is life in the big city.