Iddy Biddy was breathing very loud this morning and struggling with each breath. She passed away about 8:30 my time, shortly after I noticed her breathing and reached into the pen to stroke her feathers. By that point, there really wasn't anything I could do but comfort her. I suspect, because she drank so much water yesterday before I had set up her hospital pen, that when she hunched down to sleep, she regurgitated and aspirated. That was so fast... She was completely fine 3 days ago, when I took this picture of her for the binder I was talking about for my dad's Father's Day gift.
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She was a tough old gal. She lived through so much. She had the deck stacked against her from the start, struggling for her life the day I brought her home. Her toes grew crooked, and she never grew as big as she was supposed to. And yet, she persevered and outlived even her more 'normal' sister, Pogonip. I guess I took for granted that she would be around for much longer.

Can you send her in for a Necropsy?
Some parts of the US are having chickens die from Buffalo gnats. they get into the throat at night and produce an enzyme that suffocates them