Dead Birds...Rainy Weather

I am down one bird.  The hubby found its lifeless body down along the boundary of our property.  No signs of violence, no blood, just a dead bird.  It is frustrating to say the least.  I don't know how many months it has been since I got them, but I have spent a lot of time trying to make sure they survive.  Then suddenly....just like that...a dead bird.  Sigh.  Goodbye Ranch, if you were Ranch.  Poo Baby has turned into Low Man and remains identifiable but Twinkle, and all the rest have become just one amorphous lump. As promised here are a few pictures of the girls? boys?

 New home at three days old.

 A week later.

 Three weeks old. Sprouting feathers and everything. 

 First day in the coop.

 First day outside.

 New flag pole flies above Kitpu Estates.

 Following the leader.

 The leader.

 Zombie adults.  Icky.

 Checking out the hot dude in the mirror. 

Which brings us to today. 

Such a rainy day.  Such a good day to hang around in the house and enjoy the fire.  I wish I felt better so I could get into some serious writing and or painting.  At least I managed to drag my sorry butt into town to get groceries.