It was a sad morning. When I went out to the coop today I found Annabelle had passed away sometime in the night. She/he had been a little funny yesterday stuck in a corner, but was eating and drinking ok.
Annabelle has never been well. She arrived as a tiny chick who would only stand on one leg.
We tried making a boot for her but her foot was always horribly twisted.
She/he had good days in the summer and would come over to us, sit in our hands and allow us to move her to be with the other chickens.
Despite her bad leg and often strange behavior, the other chickens never picked on her. We never found out if she was a rooster, although we did hear her crow a few times.
This winter was hard on her and she spent more days inside in the shavings, not doing well with the cold and the snow. Her good leg started to curl too. I guess today was God doing what we couldn't. RIP Annabelle and enjoy running around heaven on your 2 good legs. I bet you look beautiful. It feels silly crying about a chicken that you know is in a better place, but we miss her anyway.