When I was a kid, we’d go to my grandma’s almost every weekend. I loved spending time with the chickens. I can remember that my grandma had one that was lame. I can’t remember the details but she didn’t move very fast and I could always catch her and hold and pet her. As she got older, she had more trouble getting around and then we went to visit and that chicken wasn’t there. I remember that my grandma wouldn’t tell me what happened to her but I knew that it wasn’t good.
We have this poor little chick. She’s the same one we had isolated before.
She eats . . way too much! She’s always at the food bowl. She’s so chunky but she’s also just not shaped right. When I pick them all up, the others, even the ones that eat plenty, are real scrawny when you feel under their feathers. This one is like a little balloon almost ready to pop! She’s pooping just fine. She’s way too short and the others run over her . . not even trying to be mean but she just can’t move very fast.
Today she kept chirping very loudly . . I think she’s in distress but I don’t know. When Vince came home, he cleaned out the hospital box and put her in it so at least she’s not getting run over by the others.
I don’t think she’s going to make it. I know that’s what happens on a farm. When there are animals, there are losses. It still breaks my heart. To lose two chickens in a few days is not easy.
And, so we don’t end this post on a sad note, here are my five little bantams.
They are so darned cute. They’re nosey, they’re fast, they seem to have a purpose to everything they do. They’re always in a hurry. I could sit and watch them all day. They’re still in my sewing room and I’m so ready to make the sewing room a chicken free zone!