People come to me and say, "Its great you are helping these special needs chickens, but once they die, you should really get some normal chickens." Normal. I hate that word. Who wants normal? Unique is much more interesting. When people tell me that, I'll just smile and say, "No way. I love my life and my animals, just the way they are. They aren't normal, but they certainly are unique." I still get asked every now and then if i'm gonna get chickens that don't limp, have blindness, crooked beaks, been bullied, twisted backs, breathing problems, drooling or have leg problems. And you know what? Chickens are chickens. But my chickens, they truly are special needs. They are special, very special. And they need someone who doesn't care about being normal, or eggs, or if you can run or fly, or if you limp on one leg or can't see well.
Penny is half blind.
Edited by AnimalsComeFirst - 4/11/12 at 6:36pm