When my new chicks were six weeks old, I noticed one of my Jersey Giants lower beak was beginning to turn to one side. After researching here and online, I found it a genetic condition called "scissor-beak." Of all my 19 chickens, this one decided she had to be with me everywhere I went. When I'd drive up in the driveway from work, she run across the yard and up to my car door to greet me and fly up on my shoulder and snuggle. In other words she stole my heart and bcame my favorite...my baby. My husband George suggested he go ahead and "cull" her because he could see that the outcome was not going to be good. Even though I hand fed her and tried to provide the best feeding dishes for her handicap, she was not gainning weight and was literally feathers & bones. But I was determined to get weight on her and make allowances anyway needed. It seemed even when I fed her soft scrambled eggs that she just couldn't keep or get anything down. She would make these little soft chirping sounds almost like a cat's purr when I paid her attention or tried to force feed her. She knew I was trying to help her. I named my little 12 week old Edwina Scissor Beak...a name I got off this site from someone else who had a scissor beak. Edwina would follow me into the house and sit at my feet in the kitchen while I washed dishes. I would come home from work and find her in my husbands lap on the front porch enjoying the attention and petting. One of those "special" animals that prefer people to their own. She loved me and I loved her. She made me look forward to each day just to be greeted by her and enjoy our walks through the garden together. Edwina passed away this past Saturday 5-15-2010. She's buried in my garden with a cross on her grave. I know in my heart that there are animals in heaven and I hope she will be there to greet me as she always has.