I am sad. HP died today, quietly, indoors and warm. She was a good hen, from when she first appeared* in my front yard, five years ago. She was always far more human-social than any of the other hens, probably since (as far as we know) she was someones Easter pet chick before being abandoned. She started me on the path of urban chicken-keeping, and hopefully had a good life here at Acorn Cottage.
* this post has the story of her arrival