Hoppy died yesterday. My chicken sitter called me to give me the sad news, and my heart sank. As I said in my last post, she had stopped developing and I suspected that she was a weak chick. But I very much hoped that she would have a longer life than a mere 8 weeks. Out of the five chicks that I have hatched, only Hoppy was a girl. I feel a little cursed.
I doubt I will hatch again this year. To be honest, I'm feeling quite despondent about the whole chicken keeping exercise right now. As much as I love my girls, sometimes when you get a run of losses and bad health, it can all seem a bit much. No doubt I will rally myself and find my enthusiasm again, but right now I rather feel like weeping. Tomorrow, Smudge and Silvio head off to their new home, so I will be back to square one with my serama. So much effort for nothing. I think I can safely say that the serama hatching experiment has failed.
I promise that I won't post again unless I have cheered up.