OK, fine, I am a thief wannabe, but right now, Dellie friends, I am a heartbroken one-
Superchick is dead. He got his neck broken this morning- I saw it happen - you know I've said they all play this weird leap frog game? Well, someone (not Buckshot, and not Cora) got a little too exuberant this morning as I was filling the feeder. Most of them were at the end I was at, bouncing around like they normally do., Buckshot and Cora right there trying to get my attention. Superchick was down on the end, I remember saying good morning to him, and he was giving me the stink eye for being late with breakfast.
Then I saw a blur as someone jumped toward him. I don't know if he moved in the way, or the "someone" miscalculated - they usually jump over each other. He went down with the saddest little descending whistle. Three of the hens rushed over to him, and the brooder went dead silent. By the time I could get that end open, he was gone.
They are all VERY silent and VERY quiet right now- I think they know.
RATS, RATS, RATS, RATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know this sort of thing can happen, but I really loved that little guy- I've already cried all over his body, all over DH on the phone, and all over the rest of them....
