The Rhode Island Red pullet passed away this morning. She had been out of sorts ever since the new chickens arrived, and I thought it was just due to the stress of adjustment and of her being the low chicken in the pecking order. All of which was still possibly true. This morning she clearly looked sick, and I thought she might have coccidiosis, so I packed the children up (LK was at home from school recovering from sickness) for a trip to Portage Bay Grange for medicinals. The poor bokbok died maybe a half-an-hour after I gave her some medicated water. She clearly was too sick to handle the medicine. I should have dealt which the problem sooner as chickens tend to hide sickness and weakness until they are really really in bad shape (as Star and Comet did, not so much Rock). I am still medicating the water of the other chickens, and will continue to do so for a couple of weeks or thereabouts. I might break that up to give them vitamins; I have to research that a bit more.

Sad.