So this last week has been pretty rough. My incubating skill worsened as only 1 chick of 14 that went into lockdown hatched. Then my buff orp Joanie is sick, with a cold or a sinus respritoray infection, and I'm having to wait for the nessacary drug to get here! And this morning I wake up to find my very 1st show quality bird and my favorite of that particular group, dead. Something tried to pull her through the wire(tore a hole in hardware cloth) On top of this I'm dealing with depression. Which is just making all this hard to handle! I truly keep considering to just give up on chickens! I love'em to pieces, but losing them is tearing me to pieces. It was soo much fun when I started! And I enjoy all the chores. And I still being with my feathered babies. But lately, I've just felt like there has been more tragedy, then good. When it all weighs down on me, I feel like a failure to my chickens.