We lost another chicken. As Lucy and I walked to feed them yesterday afternoon, I noticed a motionless body, contorted with that glaze that death brings. Hopeful still, I walked closer thinking maybe the hen was just sleeping or hurt.
We don't know what happened, but it is possible that she was injured by a walnut and crawled back under the coop to pass. There was no observable trauma - so there's hope that she went peacefully.