The End of Isis.

So...there is a headline we all look forward to...but sadly this is not that headline.I woke in the night and got up about 1.00 am and found Isis, the chicken, lying motionless in her box on the shelf near the stove.Sometime later I was carrying her out of the back door in her box when she ruffled her feathers and sat up as perky as anything. I was filled with joy and couldn't believe that she was better once again. That tea that Will had made had worked wonders as we felt for sure she was a goner....Sadly I dreamt that last bit and woke to find this morning that she was indeed dead. So sad, so little, so young....So long!