Yesterday the boss of the coup passed away. She had been a bit crook. When ever she heard someone approach the chicken run she would come barreling over to the fence to make sure she was first to sample the tasty morsels that were on offer. Sometime she was so keen to be the first she would tumble over as she rounded a sharp corner, much like we see in old cartoons. We buried her where we fed her, I think she would have liked that!. It also give the two remaining flock mates the chance to dance on her grave. She will be missed.