So, for those of you that haven't heard, we had a chicken incident and Lady Bird is no more. All that was left was a pile of feathers. Poor Lady Bird. Poor Henny-Penny. She was hurt, but she'll be okay (no eggs since this happened, though). Aaron found the only vet in town that would see a chicken. Sweet Aaron.
I think Henny-Penny is lonely. She won't go downstairs and just sits at her roost all day until we take her down to eat and drink. If we're outside, we put her outside, and she likes to dig around and make nests, eat bugs, and preen. But we need to get her a friend, I think.
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pole sana, henny penny. Poor thing.
I like the one of the chicken in the bush. How did she get up there? I'm sure she will lay eggs. It's like when your period is late because you are stressed out.
She flew into the bushes one day when we had her outside. It was so cute that I had to go get the camera. She usually works on making a nest under that bush when she's out.
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