Every day the boys and I stop at Landlady’s to check up on her chickens. We haven’t missed a day since they arrived. And usually everything’s peachy. But two times there were unexplained casualties. Several weeks ago a hen broke a leg for no apparent reason, and this afternoon I found one dead.
There are four milk crates in the big chicken house, laid with straw in hopes that at some point the damned things will finally start laying eggs. In that corner there’s a sheltered place where the smaller hens often congregate. While I was futilely checking the nesting boxes I found one of the smaller hens dead in that corner. Wasn’t there yesterday, but it had been dead some hours. I couldn’t see any injuries. and I hope this doesn’t mean there’s illness in the flock.