Grim observations: One of our Rhode Island Red chicks doesn’t look so well. Drooping wings, hyperventilation, closed eyes, listlessness. She is eating and drinking water, so there is hope. The saddest thing would be if her sister finds herself without her “bird of a feather.” Chickens are that way. My fingers are crossed for little “Phoebe.” “Tuppence,” her sister keeps vigil.