Fynn, my 4 month old phoenix roo, passed away this morning. Yesterday he got in with the goats and managed to get himself trampled. We were surprised because the chickens don't normally go in the goat's area, just around the pen and buildings. We had found him, cleaned his wounds, and separated him from everyone else. I doctored up his own little quarters so he has plenty of food, water, and soft soft bedding. This morning he was curled up in a corner and was gone. When my pullet had died at 2 weeks I grieved so hard that my mom replaced her for me with 2 pullets. I can't, won't, replace Fynn. He was one of my favorites, and the Phoenix was the breed that intriqued me the most. I loved my Fynn!!