About four weeks after we got our pullets, we had our first loss. Olive (named for my paternal grandmother) was always the smallest, shiest, and hardest to catch. One day I found her just sitting under that hanging waterer and not running away when I tried to handle her. This was not a good sign. I brought her in and set her up in a little pet carrier. I gave her extra water with electrolytes in it by feeding her with the end of a straw. She ate and drank and made it through the night, but didn't seem to improve significantly. A friend and fellow chicken chick brought me some antibiotics and I gave her a little, but the next morning she was gone. Goodbye little Olive. I'm sorry I was so inexperienced at this point and didn't know more about caring for sick little girls.