29 January

Wilma is a miserable bird.  She hasn't laid an egg since I took her to the vet, she shows no interest in exploring beyond the coop, and she backs away from me as well as the other hens.   She looked wanly at her hen pellets, picked one up and dropped it again uneaten, then just stood there while the little hens tucked into their mash and chick crumble.  She did deign to eat a mealworm and a handful of seeds, but retreated as soon as Mabel saw what was going on and pushed in.  I am taking her to the vet again tomorrow, which won't make her feel any warmer towards me, but in any case I wonder whether maybe I should be taking her to a hen psychologist.