Arlo is not a chicken. He might look like a chicken, cluck like a chicken, but I think he is a little person in a chicken suit. That said, this morning I sat with him & looked under nearly each feather to try & find a zipper to his chicken suit, but I couldn't find it. He slept in my arms last night & the tortoise got jealous. Arlo's friend Rick came by to hold him. (Rick's sort of a blob, so Arlo likes that!!) He drank water out of my cup & cooed at me, & I talked to him. I told him how pretty his tail feathers were, & counted his little curled up toes out loud, kissed each one. He ate some oatmeal & I think he is an angel, not a bird. He fills me with joy. He sat on his Dad's lap & flapped his wings. I took him to the vet & the vet said he probably gets poopy buttski syndrome because he cant stand up without help. I try to stretch his little legs in the right direction now & then, &he looks so proud when he stands up.