Going on like this

A few years ago, a neighbor I didn’t yet know well, but who knew I was a vet asked me to come look at her chickens. They had died, en masse, one night in their backyard run. I went. There were no signs of predation, not a mark on them. Their bodies were strewn around in the dirt, about twenty of them, soaked and bedraggled after the night’s cold rain. O…