Early this morning we checked on Punker and found that she had died. Lee brought her outside to do a chicken autopsy so we could figure out what had lodged in her crop. It was then that he realized that I had no clue where a chicken crop was. (In my defense, I was only the assistant during the chicken butchering.) Lee could feel that her crop was fine. He also checked her neck and it felt fine. There was no hard lump. This is where I feel really stupid. If Lee moved her neck a certain way, it became that weird hard lump in the front of her that I felt when we were taking care of her last night. Since Punker’s weird lump was her neck and not a blockage, the autopsy was canceled. Lee figured it was unlikely he could identify any other problems that weren’t as obvious as “choked to death.”
I feel bad that our two Polish hens both seemed to die without much reason. I like trying new breeds and I honestly picked out the Polish breed because they were cute and they fit my smaller chicken criteria. I didn’t stop to think that they might not be the best breed to go with our super aggressive free ranging Lakenvelders. Sometimes I could just kick myself.