.My run is a mud pit at the moment, and it's pretty, um, fragrant.
I'm going to throw down some shavings and compressed pine pellets tomorrow just to see if I can cut down on the smell and harden up the surface a bit. This rain is ridiculous! We're going to put down concrete in part of the run and just keep litter over it, because it'll be easier to clean, but future plans don't help much right now.
I have my spraddle-legged "special needs" poult Gobbles sleeping in my shirt at the moment, because it's very cute, is happy and contented when held, and I'm getting attached to it. It looks like the leg may have been malpositioned in the egg or something happened to it during hatching. The hock on that side is bigger than on the good side (dislocated or malformed? can't tell), the foot is not fully responsive, and the leg is still wonky even with hobbling, although it's slowly improving. I'm going to keep hobbling it to see if it helps. The little thing is in no pain, and is learning to get around pretty well, as of course it hasn't known anything else. I will of course do the humane thing if it ever comes down to it, but I'd really rather not, as this is turning out to be a pretty cool little bird.