I have had chickens for about 2 years now. I've had many die. Favorites mostly. Today feels like the worst of all. Because it was my fault. I had 8 chicks who were as big as the adults, so they were like 12 weeks old. I had this small hen who was getting picked on by the other adults who nearly killed her twice. Once she healed up, yesterday I put her in with the chicks since they were the same size (some of the chicks were bigger). They seemed to be doing fine. No big fights or anything. So I decided to leave her in there for the night because they would be calm at night, therefore helping her get to know them. I come out this morning, to see my sliver laced polish baby half eaten and barely alive. No blood left. All the others had blood on their faces and feathers were everywhere. I picked up my baby and ran to the house as fast as I could. I patted a warm washcloth on her but she was dead before I could even finish. I had her blood on my clothes with made me realize it was my fault... I've been bawling my eyes out ever since. I don't even know why I'm writing this post. I just need to talk to someone who understands...
R.I.P baby Jersey... I'm sorry I couldnt do more to save you...
R.I.P baby Jersey... I'm sorry I couldnt do more to save you...
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