- Jul 17, 2009
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OK- Here is my almost-horror story.
As we were leaving to visit the snow, I re-checked the animal's water and food. The super broody was limping something feirce, and freaking out---pecking at something on her side/leg/wing. When I looked, I could tell by the color it was one the chicks, tangled in the feathers of Curly's arm pit. The feathers were wrapped around the chick's neck, strangling it.
So i had to climb in the cage, brace myself over the wet super-broody-pooped ground, catch Curly with the free arm, keep her from pecking my eyes out, and somehow rip the dead chick off her.
Except the chick wasn't dead, and Curly was freaking out because the chick was pecking her!
Everything got 10 times harder, but when I finally got the chick free, it ran over to me and tried to peck my eyes out.
Stupid chickens.
As we were leaving to visit the snow, I re-checked the animal's water and food. The super broody was limping something feirce, and freaking out---pecking at something on her side/leg/wing. When I looked, I could tell by the color it was one the chicks, tangled in the feathers of Curly's arm pit. The feathers were wrapped around the chick's neck, strangling it.
So i had to climb in the cage, brace myself over the wet super-broody-pooped ground, catch Curly with the free arm, keep her from pecking my eyes out, and somehow rip the dead chick off her.
Except the chick wasn't dead, and Curly was freaking out because the chick was pecking her!
Everything got 10 times harder, but when I finally got the chick free, it ran over to me and tried to peck my eyes out.
Stupid chickens.