My wife came back from the farm store with more than a bag of dog food the other day, she picked up another chicken to add to our established chicken family. We inherited six chickens, seemingly RIR's, with a house we are renting here in Utah, and they were last spring's chicks, we moved in to the house in November so they were already grown and laying eggs regularly. All made it through the winter, and are happy and healthy. I like having chickens, it's far more rewarding than the finches we had when we were dating, they largely just beeped and pooped. Cute, but limited enjoyment. The hens on the other hand are utilitarian, make pleasant noises, and of course make wonderful eggs. They de-thatch the back yard and gladly eat some of our leftovers. Grapes seem to be the food of the gods to them. But my wife has been talking about some kind of chicken that lays green or blue eggs, or some such. And when she was at the IFA getting some dog food, apparently there was an overstuffed crate of the poor things peeping at her, telling her to bring some home. I relented on the phone, and agreed to one. It arrived missing some feathers already, but my wife said it was the best looking of the bunch. She doesn't remember what breed it is, but was sure it was one of the ones that lays odd colored eggs. To be frank, six chickens was about one or two too many as it was, because they make so many eggs we give a lot of them away. But, since we aren't sure who really gets to keep the chickens when our lease is up, I thought it couldn't hurt. We might end up needing to get all new chickens anyway, because we know we like them and will continue keeping some. There is room, and they were sad... right? Right. It made my wife happy, and my daughter was naturally delighted. So far, it's been pecked a bit and harried around, but it survived a night and a day so far. I put a cardboard box in the coop for it to hide in, in case things get rough, but it seems to be find roosting with the others at night anyway. Tonight we let her out of the chicken run, into the backyard to do what chickens do, and she poked around for a bit, but returned to me, looked up at me funny, and then flew onto my arm, and finally seemed happy. She made happy little chirps, which was new to us, as she has mostly only made a lot of distressed noises since coming home with my wife. I held her for about twenty minutes, but it was getting late, and the other hens went to roost in their house, and so I opened it up and put the new chick onto a roosting bar. She was reluctant to leave my warm arm, but did settle in after a moment. Our trouble is that we are leaving for a week starting this weekend, and while we are going to have someone check on them, make sure they have water and are fairing well, I am a bit nervous about the new chick. What are we in for? Do you think the new chick will make it through a week? Clearly it's not a big investment monetarily, but emotionally, it could be. My daughter already named it "Ski" owing partly to the skis we use on part of the chicken run's wall near the door, to protect us from the sharp points of chicken wire. Should we segregate the new chick while we are gone? The run is large enough I could put the old metal dog crate in there, and it's big enough to accommodate our spare water dispenser, the box and bowl of chick feed and leave enough room for a chick to move about. Definitely more room than the wee thing had before it came home to us. Thoughts?