at some point saturday night, while i was dancing my heart out and being utterly ridiculous, my poor chickadee ruby died!
punished for my transgressions?
here she is, looking coy:
sunday i went out to look for eggs and found her laying down, dead.
no wounds. no blood. no broken neck.
it was a sad state of affairs. she was so beautiful and so soft.
the had the most beautiful colors and i loved the penciling.
i've been checking every morning, thus far, no more dead chickens.