It's like Thunderdome in the brooder.

Yesterday morning one of our friends came over with a box of chicks from Tractor Supply.  She'd wanted to buy two more to help out another friend of ours who'd bought chicks along with Wifey but had, unfortunately, lost 1 or 2 of those new chicks.

Unfortunately, there's a law that requires at least 4 chicks to be purchased at a time.

So we got the two cast-offs.  One was a Leghorn and the other is Isa Brown.  Wifey called them our New Edition so, being a fan of 90's R&B, I named them Bobbi and Ralph. 

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This morning Wifey discovered that one chick (we're not clear what breed) had died overnight.  We really can't tell which variety since we still have a few chicks that are very similar coloring to the one that died.  We won't really know what we have until they're a few months old and start looking like their adult selves.

It's gallows humor, I know, but it's my way of softening a tough situation.

This is the 2nd (or 3rd?) chick to go along with two full-grown birds we've had die since we've tried chickening.  It's sad, but such is life.  Everybody has to go sometime.