I got back tonight and found Nyx dead in the run. I'd had her for four years, making her around 5.5 years old, which is a really good lifespan for an ex-commercial hen. They're only meant to churn out eggs for eighteen months and then get slaughtered before the inevitable expensive reproductive disease kicks in.
As far as I can tell she was just going about her business and suddenly keeled over. I didn't see any signs of illness and when I gave them fresh bedding this afternoon she was running around and digging in it excitedly. No signs of injury and she hadn't hidden herself away anywhere the way they do when sick.
I'm sad and shocked, and when you get one like Nyx (or my old Dippy, previous lifespan record-holder) you get to thinking that they'll always beat the odds and be around forever. But I also feel like she had a really good, long retirement and didn't suffer through any kind of noticeable decline, and that's a win with these birds. I usually feel like they've died before their time and I should have been able to do more for them and I don't feel that way about Nyx. I feel like she had a good long life that she was enjoying right up to the end.













