In case you didn't find out from Facebook, our sweet little Ivy passed away a couple weeks ago. She was 16 and 1/2, blind, nearly deaf and having trouble with strength in her hindquarters. She wasn't suffering really, just sleeping and eating, then peeing and going back to sleep. She still patrolled the yard, followed the chickens into the fenced area for breadcrumbs, sunned at the side of the house and refused to be penned up. We gave her baby aspirin and she had a lot of good days or good long stretches during a day.
Now if I can just discourage him from pooping on my swing...
PS: Mark found a quail on our picnic table yesterday. It's the first he's seen since the Blizzard of '78! He took it some of our chicken's crack (umm, I mean cracked corn...but if you saw how crazy it makes them you'd think it was really crack!) Maybe that's why all these birds are showing up???