Another of the flock has left us. Dear Carol was about a year and a half old. Her feathers have been looking ragged of late and a few of her eggs had very thin shells. Human had come out to check on the mister and found Carol passed, Baker standing guard next to her. Human gathered Carol up in a clean towel and buried her with the aloes next to the house.
There are just 5 of us now, Emma, Zena, Baker, Carmen and myself.