This is the completely true story of my barred rock hen, Barcode. I don't really know what her life was like before I found her, but I've made some educated guesses based on her appearance and age. I hope you like her as much as I do! It was a dark, rainy, starless night. The hen sat with her sister in the rain, on the ground, hoping a predator would not come by because they had no protection. The hen heard a rumble and saw the approach of two bright lights. Another car was passing along the road near where she and her sister lay. The rain continued to pour and she was soaked to the bone, but the hen dared not move. She was skinny and weak, cast out and abandoned by her former owner when she and her sister had stopped laying as well as they had when they were younger. There was nowhere for them to go even if they did get up. Another rumble and more bright lights. This time, the car slowed as it passed, and then started coming backward towards her and her sister. It stopped, and the door opened. A human came out and walked toward her. She did not move. Suddenly she was picked up and carried away. The human brought her into the car and sat clutching her. The car started. They were going to leave and her sister would be all alone! Suddenly the human holding her said, "There's another one!" She was passed to a second human who had been driving. He did not seem happy to be holding her but he went along with it. The first human left the car and came back with her sister. She would not be left behind. The second human passed the hen back to the first human and she settled onto her lap, her sister close beside her. The car was warm and quiet, and she stayed still. Her sister had the same idea, and together they sat in silence. Eventually the car stopped and the rumbling halted. "I'll put them in the coop I'm working on building. That way they'll be out of the rain and away from my birds. I'll come up with a better solution tomorrow," said the first human. She lifted both birds and walked in the dark to a small building that was not yet finished. It did have four walls, though, and a tarp that kept the rain off, and a roost, so when the human set the hen and her sister inside, they hopped up onto the roost. It was dry, and it was safe from predators, so the hens tucked their beaks into their feathers and slept.