I just got back from being away a week to visit my hubby (he's working up by Swan Hills, AB). I took Lulu my lame, part-time house chicken as she always travels with me. The rest stay home in the care of a neighbour. Before I left last week, one had a real pale comb and it was quite droopy. I have a number of girls that aren't laying because they are molting or broody or ? Anyway, she seemed to stay away from the others and when I picked her up she seemed okay - no cuts, etc. When I got home today, the neighbour was out and said he noticed one of the chickens seemed sick. I went back and found her alone by the waterer. I picked her up and she seemed very fat like she was blotted or something. Her feet were cold and so was her comb. I was walking to the shop with her to set her down on something so I could get a better look at her when she opened her mouth a couple times without making a sound and her head drooped over and she was dead. :crying: I've had these chickens for 2 years and 2 months and lost 2 early on when a dog got them but that was all. I don't know if I could have done anything if I had been home but I feel bad that she seemed to be suffering. It was almost as if she waited for one more cuddle before she died. She didn't have a name (I only named Lulu) but it hurts to lose her. I've given my sympathies to people when they lose their chickens but never really felt the pain until today. I am sitting here crying over a chicken that was supposed to just be one of the 28 layers.