Our first set of 12 chickens is a little over 5 years old and over the years we've lost 4 to sudden death and things that necessitated our helping them along to chicken heaven. One of our the survivors is Flossy, who has never been quite "normal." She has an odd feather pattern - never really growing feathers on her back, she has more of a thick down there and over the past winter started just looking like an old lady. However, we got a new set of 7 peeps this past week and Flossy has been glued to the wire divider between the bigs and the littles. To the point where we started calling her Nurse Flossy. She has actually looked and moved a little better since the babies arrived and started eating more again as well.
She proved her nursing this morning when I went out to open the popdoor and let everyone out for the day, I found one of the big chickens who has not looked great for a few days, dead in the corner. Flossy was lying right beside her with her wing covering the dead chicken. She was obviously distressed when we took the dead chicken away to bury her. I hope to come home tonight to Nurse Flossy keeping an eye on her peeps.
Has anyone ever seen what us humans might call compassion in a chicken before?
She proved her nursing this morning when I went out to open the popdoor and let everyone out for the day, I found one of the big chickens who has not looked great for a few days, dead in the corner. Flossy was lying right beside her with her wing covering the dead chicken. She was obviously distressed when we took the dead chicken away to bury her. I hope to come home tonight to Nurse Flossy keeping an eye on her peeps.
Has anyone ever seen what us humans might call compassion in a chicken before?