Always root for the underchicken!

Oh my lands! I am now a bonified chicken rescue worker! That's right. I can now add to my long list of possible functions in life, chicken rescue worker. It isn't like I had to do mouth-to-beak or anything but it was close. Let me tell you the story.

Did you know? That if one chicken begins to bleed or have a sore that the others will peck on it until it dies? Well they do. Chickens are not only stupid but a little evil to boot.

So I go out to feed, water, and gather the eggs and one lone hen look like she has been wallering in the mud and was all beat up. The father, protector, fight for the underchicken in me rose to the surface as I dove into the coop and began fighting off the other chickens. Two roosters wanted a piece of me, but only for a little bit. My poss able thumbs and Popeye like forearms proved to be too much for their feeble feathered necks!!! As I shielded the poor hen from the wielding pecks of the obstinate roosters I could barely hear her say thank you.

I quickly cleaned her up and put her in a cage all by herself. Within the hour she was eating and drinking. I bet she lays the best eggs ever now!!!!