When Precious went to check the chickens this morning, she discovered the smallest chick dead. It was still warm, but I couldn't find any other vital signs. Before breakfast, we had a small funeral.

When we returned inside, Mrs. Rumphius looked very restless, ignoring the chicks, jumping to the top of the cage. It was then that we realized that she had probably trampled the chick. And so she is now outside with the rest of the flock. We're still trying to decide if we should bring her in at night so that she can sleep with the babies? Part of me thinks that she is finished with her motherly duties for now.