Wednesday I received 15 fuzzy butts from Meyer. The second day one of the partirdge rocks came down with pasty butt. I worked with her, following the directions you helpful people have given on BYC. Today the little girl died in spite of my efforts. Don't get me wrong, this is not a snark against Meyer. They sent me exactly what I ordered, fifteen little chicks and they all arrived alive and kicking and I would never hesitate to order from them again. I blame myself for the little girl's death. It's just that people don't understand. A month ago I had to put down my black lab that has been with us for thirteen years. When I mentioned it to someone in town, he said, "So what? It's just a dog!" Yes, this little chicken was just a little fuzzy butt, one out of of fifteen. But I miss her! Only chicken people understand.