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Actually Cloverleaf Farm, the majority of the workers that work NEAR my old barn saw her with her cast on as I carried her back and forth to work every day. Basically, I was known to them as the "loca lady" who crazily paid to have a chicken fixed.
I purposely paraded her in my arms for 1 month in order to convince everyone that she is special and obviously "off-limits". It seems to have worked so far. Mackmack became the talk of the town and everyone inquired about her who knew anything about us. She even seemed to become a favorite to the workers over at the OLD barn and they seemed to respect her as she healed.
It is just that now we are located elsewhere and it's going to be difficult to advertise that Mackmack is not just another walking (limping) dinner entree. She is not friendly anymore and is less identifiable as the cripple chicken.
I thought to tag her somehow with a label that pleaded to spare her. I speak the language of the workers and that is why they know me well. I believe the employees who recognize Mackmack, would never eat her. I just haven't figured out how to maintain her status as a free range fowl while avoiding the inevitable. I can find a home for her, I suppose, but THIS is her home. Her boyfriend still calls to her from far away where she used to roam.
I calculate (with her sitting on the nest) that I have a week or two to figure out how to keep her free from harm. Because I semi-tamed her, someone was able to catch her (she used to jump up onto something whenever she knew that I was going to hold her, and waited for me to pick her up) and clipped her wings. I can only imagine why....
I purposely paraded her in my arms for 1 month in order to convince everyone that she is special and obviously "off-limits". It seems to have worked so far. Mackmack became the talk of the town and everyone inquired about her who knew anything about us. She even seemed to become a favorite to the workers over at the OLD barn and they seemed to respect her as she healed.
It is just that now we are located elsewhere and it's going to be difficult to advertise that Mackmack is not just another walking (limping) dinner entree. She is not friendly anymore and is less identifiable as the cripple chicken.
I thought to tag her somehow with a label that pleaded to spare her. I speak the language of the workers and that is why they know me well. I believe the employees who recognize Mackmack, would never eat her. I just haven't figured out how to maintain her status as a free range fowl while avoiding the inevitable. I can find a home for her, I suppose, but THIS is her home. Her boyfriend still calls to her from far away where she used to roam.
I calculate (with her sitting on the nest) that I have a week or two to figure out how to keep her free from harm. Because I semi-tamed her, someone was able to catch her (she used to jump up onto something whenever she knew that I was going to hold her, and waited for me to pick her up) and clipped her wings. I can only imagine why....
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