we have no other birds. there aren't any predators. she's been totally fine. It's about 70 degrees during the day and 60 at night. slightly overcast.
she never laid any eggs. she's not for eating. she was a pet. She really meant something particularly special to me.
About fifteen minutes before she died her wattles were a tiny bit darker at the tips, but it was hard to say because we haven't known her that long. After she died they were a bit greyish.
We live in Los Angeles and two weeks ago she came to the front porch while I was scattering bird seed. I let her into the back yard and built her a coop. Several neighbors said they'd seen her hiding under cars and in the street for many weeks...apparently nobody felt like doing anything about that.
She's been fine for two weeks - honestly, I fell in love with her. She has been perfect - up at dawn, pecking around, drinking, hanging out, walking to her coop at dusk, falling asleep, sometimes squawking in the night and I'd go out and sit with her and talk to her til she fell asleep.
This morning we let her out at 6am and she went to eat and drink and then i went to say hi at 8am before I left for work and she was squawking a lot and standing, then walking around a bit, everything seemed mostly okay but we kept an eye on her. she went into the bushes and squawked and then ran out, flapped her wings, and died immediately.
