Goodnight Scarlet

We lost Scarlet tonight. Two weeks (almost) since taking her to the vet - the antibiotics seemed to do a 'little', but not really enough, and in the last 24 hours she went downhill fast. I managed to get a late appointment with the vet, and (though it might sound odd to say) thankfully we could help end her suffering.

It doesn't get any easier, and while people might think getting emotional about chickens is odd, they are pets, and part of our life, and each one has their own personality. And Scarlet's was a big personality - easily the friendliest chicken we've had, who would hop onto your arm to be lifted up for corn. A sparky little personality who found herself being photographed just for her sheer bravado.