I don't think I wrote about this on here but this is now the second pet chicken I've lost... the first one was our smartest little girl named Nyra, she passed unexpectedly and showed no signs of struggle, illness, egg bound, or internal bleeding so we think she possibly had sudden death syndrome or something of the like. At first it wasn't bad for me, I wasn't attached to her, I'm not really attached to any of them really, I've learned not to be after the death of my pet duck (thanks to my poodle and parents...) And now I lost Thea... not the same way... mom didn't put them away soon enough so something got her and not very long ago from typing this either as she was apparently still warm and rigamortis hadn't set in... like I said, I'm not that sad but I have grown a bit of a bond with them, and I just hate the fact that it wasn't caused by something else like an unknown ailment.. I was okay with them passing away peacefully but... knowing that Thea was fighting for herself, she was separated from the others, and her neck was broken before she could make a distress call by probably some cat or some hunter bird... it sucks... I know it's nature and it's why farmers have like a hundred chicks but it feels bad when it happens in front of you instead of on a documentary...