The feedstore clerk didn't even know if she was a chicken when I got her. She was a nasty dirty wad of feathers in the bottom of a box dumped on their doorstep. Somewhat against my better judgement I let him talk me into taking her home. Six wks in isolation, 3 doses of wormer, treatment for lice, high cal chow, she was still a mottley bird, but she was healthy. don't think she'd ever been allowed to free range, she took forever to figure out how to eat anything that wasn't in a feeder. She stayed on the gravel paths for weeks, refusing to step onto the grass, then she discovered bugs! Yum!!!! She finally got bold enough to enjoy outties. She never was a bright bird. We called her the shorty bus chicken for the number of times she got lost and had to be carried back to the coop after dark. She only gave us a few dozen blue green eggs in the two years she was with us, but she entertaining. Over the last few weeks she just got tired, I think she was really old. She ate a huge meal of scratch and leftover spaghetti then died on her perch that night.