Sad sad news.
We're down to 25 chickens and a rooster.
Poor Clucky. On the eve of liberation (the great move to the chicken coop), one of our Rhode Island Red hens up and squawked her last squawk.
(This is not her. This is a public domain image of a Rhode Island Red hen. But she looked just like this.)
I don't know why she died, but her timing couldn't have been more tragic, nor more ironic. If she could've held out one more day, at least she would have known the bliss of a single day on a spacious grassy field. Alas, she's buried a few yards under it now.