One worries about the people who don't cry over loosing friends.
If I was going to go that is the way I would want to do it. Safe warm and loved in my sleep.
If I was going to go that is the way I would want to do it. Safe warm and loved in my sleep.
I lost one overnight, too, totally unexpected. Beth - who had been a house chicken at night for her first 7 months and would have been a year old on Monday. She joined the coop flock by herself but still came inside to lay her egg in the clean laundry basket until a month or so ago.
At coop-up time, I found her in the laundry basket and had a discussion with her about it. (it was nice to see her there, really, 'cause I'm such an idiot and a softy.). She jumped down and just didn't look "right." I picked her up and put her back, patting her. She nestled back down into the basket.
She died during the night. Whatever was wrong with her, she came inside where she felt safe and loved ... And I didn't have to find her dead in the yard or coop.
I think she might have been internally damaged from jumping down off the rafters of the coop, where she had chosen to roost at night for the past few months. Most of the really high roosting birds are smaller chickens; she was the only Barred Rock up that high.
I wish I didn't cry over losing a chicken. How silly.
