Last evening, my NOTmeaty hen was under the butterfly bush making her usual panting/gasping sounds- which I attribute to being obese yet active- only this time, she was purple. It had just started to rain, and all the chickens took cover under the various bushes.
I made a mental note "this doesnt look good" and then I retreated out of the rain.
Last night she put herself to bed. this morning I found her dead. Very dead- I dont believe she made it much past putting herself under the lean-to. She was on her back, feet up. Im sad for her, but she lived out her life without being butchered and having a good chicken life, even if it was short. I feel bad for my white Uggo. She was her "birds of a feather" that flock together. They slept together, foraged together, hung out together, and got picked on by Mama Hen and the d'uccles together. Now she seems lost. She lost her buddy.![]()
