My daughter went out to feed the girls this afternoon. She ran back to report a sick chicken. I went out and one of my girls was just sitting there. She would not eat her treat and her waddles were very pale. I brought her in. I inspected her all over. I could not find anything wrong. I held her to keep her warm. She did feel cool. She had a seisure and died in my arms. She was one of our first chickens and our first chicken fatality. She was only 7 months old. We are just very sad.
I guess that's why I always sort of hold my breath when I go out to feed the girls. I just never know what is going to greet me when I get there. So sorry for your loss.
I just lost my favorite chicky, Jazz. He imprinted on me as a chick and followed me everywhere; he grew up to be a very proud rooster and protected all of the girls in the flock. He was taken by a dog/fox today and I can only imagine that he died to protect the girls, we will miss you Jazz!