I had hoped to post an update on the garden tonight, but the day had other plans.
I’m thinking she must have had something wrong with her reproductive system from the beginning, as we would occasionally (a couple of times a month) get an egg that looked like it had been difficult to pass (bloody). Still, I was really sad to lose one of these birds, as the Speckled Sussex is quite possibly my favorite breed. They’re friendly, adventurous, and hardy (even during a torrential downpour, there’s usually at least one Sussex out wandering around in the rain). Thankfully, it wasn’t the one who spent her first few weeks sleeping in the crook of my neck that died, but her sister “Freckle”. I wasn’t totally sure until I went out into the coop this evening and “Speckle” came running in to see me, squawking “criiiick, criiick, criiick” in her funny, raspy voice (the only way I could tell them apart as they matured).
We’ve had a hell of a month with our pets, and this is incident number three, so I’m hoping we’re done now.