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I lost my first chicken...
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Losing a beloved chicken is a heart-wrenching experience that many of us fear but inevitably face. Today, I found myself saying goodbye to Tutu, my spirited feathered friend who, despite her young age of just one year, never woke up this morning. It’s a bittersweet reminder of the fragility of life in our little flocks. The rest of my hens seem healthy and happy, leaving me to wonder if Tutu stumbled upon something she shouldn’t have or if an unseen issue had been lurking beneath her vibrant exterior. As I navigate this sorrow, I can't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over me each time I check on my remaining girls.
I knew this day would come. Tutu just never woke up this morning. She was only a year old :( The rest of the flock seem fine. She seemed fine. There were no mites, no wounds, she was a healthy size and weight and a regular layer. My only guesses are that she got into something that she wasn't supposed to or had an underlying condition. I'm just sad and now really nervous checking on them in the morning. RIP Tutu... you were a good bird.
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