Yesterday, when I took our friend to see the hens and chicks, we discovered Mr Silkie asleep in his house. Only he wasn’t asleep he had expired, quietly and privately. He is now buried in the vineyard. This morning Mrs Silk and the chicks were a bit agitated and, by mistake, I left their door open. They were out in the run in double quick time and I had to round them up and put them back inside to keep them safe. This little one gave me a bit of a runaround.

Sorry for your loss Mrs Silkie and chicks.