Ok, this just seems crazy to me. My husband got home from work and decided he was going to go check on "his chickens". Well after about 5 or so minutes he comes in with Rootbeer in his arms. He says "you know what, they are picking on her again and her rear end is really sore not to mention this is not the first time I have saved her from those meanies". He proceeded to show me where the others were picking on her and she decided that the best spot to be was on my stomach or arm as I attempt to type this post. If there are any mispelled words or bad gramatical errors, well then just blame it on Rootbeer. My hubby seems to think that she should just be a pet inside because she's and I quote "too nice to be with the lot of them". So as I sigh and look into the eyes of my girl, I ask you where to buy or how to make chicken diapers.