|The deceased hen, a few months before her death.|
Fortunately the weekend before I'd met a woman who weaves Maori cloaks, and she told me how chicken feathers are desirable for weaving. Therefore, my daughter and I plucked those stunning feathers, pleased that someone else would enjoy them. Never before will the weavers have used such gorgeous feathers, I believe!
|A korowai (Maori feathered cloak) made with chicken feathers|
I was intrigued by the different types of feathers.
|Contour, or vaned feathers|
|The insulating down feathers|
|Filoplumes (hair-like feathers)|
To ensure thorough use of the carcass, I fed some of the large maggots that were on her undercarriage to the other hens. I hope that wasn't making cannibals of them. They do love maggots.
Then I dug a hole in the garden and buried my dear old friend. I planted poppies above her, and plan to put in a passionfruit plant, too, to soak up all that Orpington goodness.
For more about this grand old chicken lady, and the circumstances surrounding her death, you can read this post on the Peaceful Green blog.
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