Little Hen on the left |
I took her to the hay barn, made her a nice hay lined nest in a cardboard box and left her to quietly die. I thought about wringing her neck to put her down, but couldn't bring myself to do it.
When I went to the barn to get the tractor that evening, I was expecting to find her dead, but instead she was walking around chipper as you please. The barn is pretty wide open to critters and I was surprised she was OK but decided that something had caused the other chickens to try to kill her so she couldn't go back to the chicken house. I rounded up some food and water and left her for the night. Yesterday evening she was still up and hopping around, although roosting on the ground rather than up on the hay bales. I don't dare take her back to the hen house, so if she survives today I'll haul one of the old rabbit hutches into the barn and secure her there. She may still succumb to the Maerk's but maybe not. You never know what's going on in the minds of a flock of chickens. They'd as soon kill you as look at you some days and I am sure they get cabin fever just like people and cats. Cats and cabin fever. Well, that's another story.
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