One of our chickens was looking poorly this summer and we noticed her hanging out as close to us as she could. I wasn't surprised when I found her dead under her roost one morning - something was clearly not right - but there was something so sad and tender about how she clearly wanted to be near us as she was struggling. (I'm still trying to figure that out... she associated us with food and care, I guess?).

Anyway - I'm sorry, Maria! Here's hoping you get some sunshine soon.