Whilst we were away in the Isle of Man Margie had an off day. Our neighbour was looking after the hens and on one particular day Margie hadn't wanted to leave the henhouse.
The next morning she was dead, having passed away in her sleep.
Needless to say poor Emma was beside herself but I pointed out all our hens have a good life and it was just one of those things.
Margie was buried under the cherry blossom tree on the farm belonging to Emma's partner's parents.
A fitting gesture for a happy little soul.