Our one remaining chicken hasn’t laid an egg in years, but she’s become part of the family, writes Ross McQueen
Emma Beddington’s piece about a fox taking her hens (28 July) reminded me of my own sadness at the loss of our own small flocks over the years. Chickens are silly, clumsy, adorable birds that follow you around the garden, scrabbling in the freshly turned earth, searching for worms.
We have only one chicken now, the last member of what must be our fourth or fifth flock. She hasn’t laid an egg in years, but she’s become part of the family. There is something too lovable about the way she waddles over excitedly when we enter the garden, and we wouldn’t part with her.