The Reality of Farming

I am sure now, when Henrietta left her last chick in the nest, she must have known he was not going to make it. They somehow must know these things. We, on the other hand did not.
We figured she was so busy with her other little peeps, that she had to leave him behind. So, we took him in the “nursery”, and put him under the heat lamp. He was doing well last night when we went off to bed. He was peeping, and still trying to get out into the world.
This morning, we found him dead.
I feel badly for the little guy. He had worked so hard, and finally made it out of his shell, only to die.