A very sad event occured this evening. As I went to check on the chicks, I noticed Fuffles, the black austrolorp, that hasn't had nearly as much growth as the others, in an uncomfortable state. He lied spread out with his body in a deformed manner. I quickly lifted the cover to the brooder and poked at him. Nothing. No heartbeat was in the poor lifeless chick. I fell into deep despair and I cannot stop my overwhelming feelings of sorrow and grief. It's life though, and it will live up to the name.