Mrs Silkie is a great mother hen and hatched six chicks a few weeks ago. Five of them are now nearly as big as mother

but the sixth chick was tiny and, yesterday, I showed the chick to Diane and said I was very worried about it.

This morning, when I opened up the hen house, I found the little bird dead. I picked it up, put it in a bucket and brought it back outside the kitchen door

I’ve just dug a hole and buried the bird underneath my favourite apple tree. RIP little one.