So not an OT with chickens, but I think this story fits here.
Yesterday the farrier came, horse pooped in the aisle and I went out for a shovel. Saw my pigs stomping all over a black thing. OMG it's my NN hen!
She was very dead and they had had her for a while, but they're pretty well fed so hadn't tried eating her, were just playing. I looked her over and not a puncture to be found but she was very bruised looking and floppy. Didn't really think the pigs did it but it was rolling around in the back of my mind while I was holding the horses.(ok, sitting there watching the farrier while the horses were tied)
I worried. I fretted. What killed the hen? Was she sick? Did one of my dogs get her? Was she SICK? Did my kicking horse get her? WAS SHE SICK???
Three hours later I had my answer. My two junior staff dropped a roundbale on her and were too scared to tell me.
I was fuming at that point. Because they didn't have the balls to go find someone to translate(I do speak spanish, but this would have been complicated) I sat and worried and fretted. When if they had come straight to me with the dead hen we could have bled her and used her. Then she would have been worth SOMEthing instead of only being a hen that I had raised to laying age but had just started last month. Instead they just left her laying in the yard where the dogs and pigs could get at her. Morons.
I'm pretty mad about the waste. She was young healthy and fat. She would have made a nice soup or tamales and instead she was thrown out with the trash.
Accidents happen but stupidity is no accident.
Anyhow, moral of the story is: Don't freak out first thing about illness. Sometimes it's something else.