Chrissy died this morning.
Chrissy was the sweetest chicken I’ve ever met. She was no bigger at fourteen weeks old than she was at six weeks old because her cross beak inhibited her development. Oscar is taking it hard. I warned him from the start that I did not expect her to live but he spent a lot of time hand feeding her, so it makes sense that it hurts his heart so much.
Rest in Peace little chick.