The drought and heat are taking their toll. The little Henny I talked about in the previous post made it through the next night and day. She was really slow and the color of her waddles began to lighten. That is not a good sign. We had done all that we could. It was up to the little Henny and her Maker. She passed the following night.
As I cruised through the eggs from the previous days, I wondered if any were hers. Safe voyage, Precious Feathered One.