We had our first chicken tragedy this month; we lost a girl.
We had an outbreak of coccidiosis, a soil-borne pathogen that's worst in wet, warm conditions (which is the definition of this summer). The girls were all kind of droopy, but poor miss Berry got it first and had it worst. It took me too long to diagnose it to save her; the other girls all responded to the medicine and are back to their perky selves, but we are down to five chickens now.
I love all my chickens, but Berry was special, so it was extra sad to lose her. I'm frustrated by my lack of knowledge and how that affected my flock. I think it's important to acknowledge that our path to being urban farmers is not completely smooth and easy; we've got some serious learning to do.