I lost my first chick yesterday. and I know, sometimes these things just happen.
It was acting lethargic and uninterested in the usual chick stuff. I was watching them at 3:30, when my daughter poked her head in 15 minutes later chickie was passed.
So do all ya'all tear your hair out trying to figure what the dealio is?
I fret about it. were they too hot, were they too cold. are they not in a big enough space, are they in too big of a space, was there something wrong with the food, the water, was there a draft, did he get picked on or trampled. My brain won't let it go.
There are 11 more chicks. They all seem fine. Logic says "these things just happen sometimes" the rest of my brain is trying to kill me.
I just needed to share my particular brand of crazy with someone today and bond with those that may share my psychosis. ;-)