Poor Gwen and Penny. I loved their stories so much that I had to share our experience with Karen. We learned about her 'problem' about a week after we combined our nine little girls with our two big girls. Apparently Karen was the only one who didn't understand to run away from the big girls when they began to pick on her. She ended up with a pretty bad pecked spot on the back of her head, so we had to move her to the chicken ICU in our second bathroom. She was lonely all by herself, so we gave her a mirror as a 'friend'. She absolutely LOVED it! She sang to it. She pranced back and forth in front of it. She talked to it. ALL of the poop was in front of it. After about a week she healed enough to be sent back to the coop. Not too long after she returned to the other girls, she didn't come home one night. Knowing that she wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, we hoped that she would return the next morning. Unfortunately she never did. We were very sad because we had bonded with her while she was in the infirmary, and she had been such great entertainment for us.
Our friend Karen (yes, the chicken was named after her) photoshopped this pic to remove the wound on Karen's head and make her beautiful. Here she is with her mirror. RIP Karen!
Our friend Karen (yes, the chicken was named after her) photoshopped this pic to remove the wound on Karen's head and make her beautiful. Here she is with her mirror. RIP Karen!
