And Then There Were 5
I sat down to eat dinner in the backyard tonight. At first I was facing towards the fence, but then I decided to move my chair to the other side of the table so that I could look out over the backyard and watch the chickens; they are always good for entertainment. So there I sat and watched and realized that one of the blue-laced wyandottes was laying in one of the “dirt holes” they dig and sit/roll in. But she didn’t move. Just as I started to walk towards the roost, I heard one or two of the other girls make a squawk unlike anything I had ever heard them make. Upon touching #6, I could tell that she had died; rigamortis had already set in.
I picked her up, examined her and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Being that she was right under the door of the roost (upon which they like to jump and sit), I thought maybe she had fallen? (The other day I saw one of them ungracefully fall down as their jump/flight was not enough to get them on top.) Her head was positioned under her breast in such a way that looked unnatural.
Though I have had my hens just under one year, I have done enough reading to know that “sudden chicken death syndrome” is common. So the fact that this happened, well, I cannot say I am totally surprised. I could send her body to the dept. at TX A&M University for an autopsy, but I don’t have the desire.
It’s always sad to lose animal, even if it wasn’t the family dog or pet turtle.
Interestingly, I originally was going to get just 5 hens, but when picking them out as chicks I decided to get 6 just in case they didn’t all live to adult-hood.
Tomorrow I will give her a proper burial. And life will go on.