Mean Chicken hasn’t gotten any nicer. She’s just a grumpy old girl but I still feel bad for her. It’s been a week since she was injured and she’s not getting better fast but she’s not getting worse.
For a few nights, we kept her in a big Rubbermaid container, with shavings in the bottom, inside in the shop. During the day I would put her in the garden, inside the fence, where she was safe but she just sat in the corner and watched the other chickens. It’s so sad.
She was limping badly and still had obvious injuries but she was bandaged. I think it was Friday morning that Vince decided to let her run loose with Miss Hattie. Mean Chicken camped out just on the edge of the fence so I think she thought she was with the other chickens.
Saturday I was feeding them some greens from the garden and I gave Mean Chicken some but she wanted to go inside with the other chickens and eat what they were eating so I let her go in. She was able to walk but she was hobbling. She ate with them, then she went into the coop, she was able to go up the ramp, and then I watched and she was able to get up on the roost. She got down and then she went down the ramp. I was working outside so I kept an eye on her. A couple of chickens pecked at her but then I saw her pecking at other chickens so I didn’t worry too much about her.
Sunday and Monday, I think she was exhausted from trying to keep up with the other chickens. There are four nesting boxes and the chickens mostly lay in #1 but if #1 is full . . and I mean three or four chickens crammed into that one box, they’ll go to #2. I rarely get eggs out of box #3 and am not sure I’ve ever gotten eggs out of box #4. Mean Chicken decided to camp out in Box #4 and I’ve hardly seen her get out of there. I think she was secure in there and no one was pecking at her.
She’s always wanted to set on the eggs and that’s when she bites me . . when I’m trying to get eggs out from under her. There’s no rooster in with those hens so . . set as long as she wants, there aren’t going to be any babies. I asked Vince to bring me the eggs from the Dominique hens. They’re fertile and I figure if Mean Chicken wants to hatch eggs, after what she’s been through, she deserves to hatch eggs. But, when I opened the lid to put the eggs under her last night, she was bleeding. She or another chicken had managed to get her bandage off and had pecked at her and a bleeding chicken usually won’t make it through the night because the other chickens will all peck at the bloody spot and end up killing her. Goofy birds.
So, I got her out, sat and petted her for a while and explained to her that it’s so much better to be nice. About the time our pep talk was over, Vince walked into the shop and she growled at him so I guess she was in no mood for an attitude change.
We put more antibiotic ointment on her and bandaged her back up and put her back in the Rubbermaid box for the evening. Today I left her out with Miss Hattie. At least she doesn’t have to hide from the other chickens and she can stay close to them but be on the other side of the fence.
I was hoping she would be walking better by now but she isn’t. Maybe the rest of her days she’ll stay out and then sleep in a Rubbermaid container at night . . who knows what her future holds. I just wish she would get better.