Oh Gods, that's so true. My husband has come running to pronounce our chicks and chickens dead so many times, I just roll my eyes at him. So far they've had SEIZURES (dust bathing), all died of heat stroke (sun bathing), been violently attacking each other (mating), died of overheated brooder (basking in the heat) and sick in bed (brooding). Poor city boy.
I've even had to warn the farmhands, housesitters and even a few friends who have run back in the house yelling in horror after going out to sneak a peak in the brooder. Nothing seems to assure them its perfectly normal. I even get calls from worried neighbors who are concerned that all of our chickens have apparently gone out into our driveway and mysterious died in the late afternoon sun of our driveway.