It’s been two weeks today since Mean Chicken was injured. It seems like she just hobbled around, barely walking, til yesterday. I could hardly believe it when I saw her walking. I thought it was Miss Hattie. Mean Chicken barely has a limp. When Vince put her in her little recovery suite inside the shop last night, she didn’t want to go in there. I think she wanted to go in the coop with the other chickens.
I do believe she’s going to recover just fine and maybe be left with only a bit of a limp. She still isn’t laying but I’m betting she starts laying soon. Poor girl . . I’m so relieved to see her doing so much better.
This morning I put her back in the coop and when she went out into the chicken yard . . even though she’s been right next to the fence, as close as she could get to them without being inside the fence, they were all picking on her. She ran into the coop and hid out in the fourth nesting box, like she did before and she was happy for me to take her out of there.
When I put her on the ground, she strutted right up to the fence, another chicken came over and they were right in each other’s face . . feathers all bristled and trying to peck each other through the fence. Can you believe that?
I suggested to Vince that we just leave her out and build her a coop . . small, secure . . her very own place. Who wants to guess what he had to say about that? I think it went something like . . we’ll make chicken stew out of all of them before I build another coop! So much for that idea . .