Woke up this morning to see one of the chickens not moving. I went out to check, and she was most certainly dead. Not attacked by an animal, just dead. They're only a year old, so a little young to be dying, but apparently it happens sometimes. Heart attack, fatty liver issues, cancer - they're small and cheap for a reason. I'm pretty sad about it, but that's how life goes, I guess.
I miss you, whichever one you were! I think it was Marge, the one on the left - she was the whitest.
Maybe we'll replace her with either a new chicken or a pair of small bantams (3ish lbs, lay tiny itty bitty eggs).