We were out of town for the weekend, and our wonderful neighbors were feeding our animals. When we got close to home, I called our voice mail for messages. The neighbor left a message askign us to call as soon as we got home. Knowing something was up, we stopped at their house first. They told us one of the chickens died Sunday morning. Immediately we knew it was the poor little Bumblefoot chicken. She had been acting strangely for the past week or so -- staying off to herself, things like that. They saved her little body for us.