Sad Day at the Chick-Inn

From the time I first decided to become a chicken keeper, I had convinced myself that I could handle the passing of any of my chicks.I had read blogs, books, magazine articles, etc. which told me that chickens die from illness, stress, fights and sometimes for no apparent reason. I was prepared.

Well, this morning, I wasn't prepared. I walked into the Chick-Inn to let the girls out into the run and there lay my Olive Egger, Miss Vegas, on the wire under the roost. She was no longer warm and must have died during the night or very early morning. The last time I saw her was when I closed the girls in for the night. She had been totally normal yesterday. She was eating, drinking and laid one of the prettiest eggs she has ever laid. There was no sign of injuries or illness. Could it have been a freak accident? Maybe she fell off the roost and hit her head. Are the others going to drop dead of an unknown illness?  Was it something that she ate? Did I do something wrong? These are questions that I am still asking myself and will continue to ask myself for quite awhile. 

The other 11 girls and I have spent today mourning her loss. Yes, there is a difference among the flock today. The girls are sitting in a group most of the time, and when I go into the run they gather at my feet. There have been a few spats among the flock. I guess the pecking order will have to change. Miss Vegas was one of the top girls and will be missed.