Life Happens....and so does death

At 1:12 AM, on Thursday, July 29th, I wake up to Jonah whispering my name. He had his hunting knife in one hand, and his light thing on his head. "Somethings in the chicken run." So, we both fly downstairs and out the door. To the chicken coop. Search the run. Nothing. Jonah thought it was some psycho trying to get in my room. Which is upstairs....haha. Anyway, nothing was in the chicken run, and so we opened up the coop to check on the chickens. To find Chloe, my pretty, ruby-red bird underneath the feeder. Her neck was in a very strange position. But she was still alive and breathing. And sleeping. So, Jonah picks her up, and I grab a bin. We put her in the bin and bring her inside to the kitchen. Then we go and wake up Mom. So now we're all in the living room looking up "chickens with broken necks" "what does a chicken look like with a broken neck" "how does a chicken act with a broken neck" "chickens with weird necks" "injured chickens" and nothing was coming up. Suddenly, the box starts moving because Chloe is flipping around inside of it. The straw goes all over the kitchen (ew) and she's just banging around in there going insane. So Jonah runs over and brings the box outside. Manages to soothe her, and then comes back in. We go back to our searching. 8 minutes later, she does it again. But manages to get out of the box and is now flopping around on the deck. Jonah runs out there. And is out there for a good 10 minutes. He finally comes back in. "She's dead. Gone. Dead. She. Is. Dead." Mom and I: "Awww" run over to the sliding door and look out at the deck. Only to find Chloe, on her back, legs sticking up in there. The house is dead silent. We all look at each other. And burst out laughing. Seriously, as heartless as it sounds, the image looked like a failed Hollywood movie. :D I even took a picture. Which I will send to you when I can get batteries in my camera. :D
So, at 2:15AM, Chloe, officially died from falling out of bed and breaking her neck.