People come to me and say, "Its great you are helping these special needs chickens, but once they die, you should really get some normal chickens." Normal. I hate that word. Who wants normal? Unique is much more interesting. When people tell me that, I'll just smile and say, "No way. I love my life and my animals, just the way they are. They aren't normal, but they certainly are unique." I still get asked every now and then if i'm gonna get chickens that don't limp, have blindness, crooked beaks, been bullied, twisted backs, breathing problems, drooling or have leg problems. And you know what? Chickens are chickens. But my chickens, they truly are special needs. They are special, very special. And they need someone who doesn't care about being normal, or eggs, or if you can run or fly, or if you limp on one leg or can't see well. Penny is half blind. Gloria has breathing problems, causing her to drool, cough, wheeze, and gap. She also has leg problems. Nellie was bullied and when she first came to us, had no tail feathers because they all got plucked out. Lucy has a crooked beak. Sophia has a twisted back and one of her legs bends to one side. And you know, I love my chickens just the way they are.