Went to let the hens out this morning, and one was lying dead in the straw near the door.  Very sad.  Hens have no respect for each other – the others were just stepping over (and sometimes on) her to get out.  I presume she was the one who was tucked up asleep one evening recently when I went to shut them in.  Thinking about it now, it was unusual. 

I guess I’m going to have to get used to them dying of old age/natural causes, rather than premature fox murder, now they’re generally safe in their run.  When we just had the small coop, they mostly got clobbered before they had a chance to reach old age.

We’ve buried her under the big apple tree where all the hens like to spend a lot of time, scratching around.  RIP, little girl.  😦