My darned chickens! One of them isn’t being nice and I think I know which one it is. Lynn. Not Smokey. She’s been so nice . . she’s letting me pet her and she will come right up to me almost all the time now. Lynn . . she’s that goofy gray chicken that doesn’t look quite right. She looks at me with evil in her eyes. She runs at me like she’s going to scare me. She does but I try not to let her know it. She’s not a rooster but she sure acts like one. She also isn’t laying. I can live with that . . being mean to me, not laying, but, I think she’s the one pecking the feathers off one of my other chickens.
Poor girl! I have 9 very sweet chickens and I’m about at the end of my rope with Lynn. I hope Vince is today getting some medicine to put on this chicken and I think if Lynn (or whoever) pecks her with the medicine on, I’ll be able to see it on her beak. I’m not telling Lynn but . . Vince is asking a friend at work if he knows how to clean a chicken. My guess is . . she probably won’t even taste good in a gumbo! 🙂