Our beloved chicken Maudy died on Easter Sunday.  A week previously I noticed she wasn’t quite herself. The friendliest and sparkiest of our small flock of six, she had begun to isolate herself, preferring to sit alone under trees with her feathers puffed up – creating the illusion to her fellow hens and any potential…… Continue reading ‘Will she still remember me Mummy?’ – how a chicken taught my son about death

It’s funny what we do in the early days of a relationship. We tend to hide bits of ourselves and bend to meld to our new other, desperate to make them like us more. That’s why I started running. I had a boyfriend who wasn’t just a weekend runner, he was a serious runner once…… Continue reading Born to Run