Heard some squawking from the cattle pen next door and saw a chicken flapping in the water trough. After a moment, the squawking stopped and I figured she had just flapped herself out, but the cows were all standing around like something was still wrong, so after I heard the second series of squawking sounds, I ran over there.
I didn't know chickens could float so well, but thank goodness they can.
I wasn't getting into the pen with five large beasts (including a bull who was the most curious), so I found a piece of old fence and slid it in between the panels to see if she would be able to climb up with it.
I had to lever her up out of the water; I suspect she was tired and maybe in shock.
As she sat there, not getting off the wood, I wondered how I could maneuver the stick to where she wasn't near the water and the nails in the wood wouldn't be near enough for the cows to hurt themselves on; the bull solved my problem by taking a step forward and gently nudging the wet chicken with his nose. She landed in an empty, much smaller trough and just stood there. I knew she would be safe in that so I put the wood back and returned to building the rabbit hutch at my place. When the neighbor kid came home a few minutes later, he saw the chicken and picked her up and put her someplace warmer. (He could get into the cow pen without fear, whereas the bull and I would have had a territory dispute.)
Chickens float. Good to know.
I didn't know chickens could float so well, but thank goodness they can.
I wasn't getting into the pen with five large beasts (including a bull who was the most curious), so I found a piece of old fence and slid it in between the panels to see if she would be able to climb up with it.
I had to lever her up out of the water; I suspect she was tired and maybe in shock.
As she sat there, not getting off the wood, I wondered how I could maneuver the stick to where she wasn't near the water and the nails in the wood wouldn't be near enough for the cows to hurt themselves on; the bull solved my problem by taking a step forward and gently nudging the wet chicken with his nose. She landed in an empty, much smaller trough and just stood there. I knew she would be safe in that so I put the wood back and returned to building the rabbit hutch at my place. When the neighbor kid came home a few minutes later, he saw the chicken and picked her up and put her someplace warmer. (He could get into the cow pen without fear, whereas the bull and I would have had a territory dispute.)
Chickens float. Good to know.
