Becca just came to me out of breath, straight from the henhouse.
“Mom! I think one of the chickens is sick!”
me: “How do you know, honey?”
Becca: “She was still on the roost, and I was petting her and she was making a noise like this: wheeze! gasp! wheeze! gasp! hack! hcckhpbbt! And then wah-bam! She fell on the floor. And she’s still there.”
me: “I think you’re right. She sounds sick.”