Lost another chick

Well, as the Queen said, "another one bites the dust."  We lost another chick overnight.

Wifey pegged it yesterday.  She saw one of them wasn't moving much and was trying to figure out what was up.  She identified it as being "spraddle leg."  Although she tried the "drinking glass" treatment (who would have expected we'd be giving physical therapy to a 3-day old baby chick), apparently she was too far gone.

She held the chick for a while yesterday evening in one of our old soft baby rags from the kids to keep her warm and somewhat comfortable before bed.  When it came time for us to go to bed, she made sure the chick was right under the warming light in the brooder to keep her warm, said a few prayers, and went to bed.  The chick died at some point overnight.  Our prayers for either full recovery or a quick relief were answered.

As with the other chick that died, we won't know what we have left until they're a bit more grown and look like their adult selves.  That said, Wifey thinks it may have been one of the Ameraucanas.