It's been one of those days that make you wonder why you have chickens. I came home to find Lord Dingwald had gotten out of his pen and got attacked by a dog. He's alive, but not well. Poor, sweet boy. He's beak-down in his bedding, and that's really bad.
I got him inside and settled, and went to take care of the big pen. While I was watering, I found Flower, my Buttercup with the vision problems and possible past stroke, laying next to the water dish. Her breathing was shallow, and when I examined her she was limp and had a bloody vent. I was carrying her inside and telling her what a beautiful and wonderful chickie she is, when she chirped once to me, seized, and died in my arms. Poor, poor girl.
And then I came inside to take care of the chicks and my Isbar hatchling with mushy chick syndrome was dead. Sigh.
I'm sorry Kelly. You've had an emotionally taxing day.