Kalmar (one of the SFH chicks, nearly 8 weeks old) is poorly. S/he spent a lot of time yesterday sitting down (but so did a lot of the flock as it was really hot by local standards, and I thought no more about it); this morning s/he could barely stumble out of the coop. Brought in for some mealworms, which were eaten with gusto; Maria gate-crashed for the same, which was helpful as it clearly reassured the little one that it's OK inside the house. M was booted out once she'd finished, and K is currently sitting quietly on a towel in a washing up bowl in the corner of the utility room. Occurs to me I need to put a bit of white kitchen roll under his/her bum for a poop inspection later. 
