okay, here's the story. my chicken is named picasso, yes, she does paint, i have only sold a few of her paintings, but she sells them on facebook.When Picasso was small, I noticed that she couldn’t see things as well as the other chicks in her family could. She was having trouble finding food to eat and she couldn’t see the water in the waterer. Whenever I went out to the barnyard, I would take her to where the food and water was and make sure that she ate and drank. She got used to this and would wait eagerly for me to come and ‘feed’ her. She actually began to recognize my voice and she’d come running to me when I called her!
One cold and rainy fall day, she climbed up the step of the porch and settled down right by the door. When someone came by and went into the porch, Picasso dashed inside to get out of the rain! From then on, she has lived in the house, where she’s always got someone to help her if she can’t see her food or water.
so that's my chickens story.
One cold and rainy fall day, she climbed up the step of the porch and settled down right by the door. When someone came by and went into the porch, Picasso dashed inside to get out of the rain! From then on, she has lived in the house, where she’s always got someone to help her if she can’t see her food or water.
so that's my chickens story.
