He died the night before. I truly think his lungs were full of water from his fall in the water dish. It was only a couple of seconds and he was on his back, but as small as he was and I didn't get the rocks in there soon enough... Kids were out finding some as it happened and hubby was watching him - not well enough - as I posted here. It's a lesson learned and I won't be soon to forget it.
He was still eating and drinking up until the last 6 hrs of his life. My husband wouldn't cull him and I couldn't do it either, so we let him slip away as comfortably as we could.
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So was I. I was hoping to keep this one - I wanted a Silkie to spoil and be a pet. I kind of figured it was over when he fell in the water. He never really stood up, either. He stayed in a roosting position and scooted himself with his wings and good leg. I thought maybe we could fix the bad leg and he'd be okay. Well, I guess in the end I learned a lesson and I lost my first chicken. At least I tried and didn't just let it get trampled on until it died at TSC.