So weeks ago (May 10), in my postpartum haze, I noticed that Sally the mean brown chicken was acting out of it. She was just standing listless in the chicken coop which is always a bad sign. Mochi was still plenty scared of her even in her sick state. Luckily this was an evening where the baby was passed out napping (the good old days) so we were able to setup a sick chicken cage in the garage for Sally but first we tried to wash her really nasty poopy butt in case she was egg bound. That was gross. Then we put her in the cage but she wasn't looking so good. I told C that she probably wouldn't make it through the night and the next day, I was right.
C took her to the humane society in milpitas to get cremated. Good bye sally - you were a prolific egg layer which is probably partly why these rhode island red chickens seem to have short lifespans...