I too, have raised a fallen "hero". lol
A beautiful white leghorn pullet fell off a truck just in front of my daughter one year. Being the sweetheart she was, she stopped and with her friends help managed to catch it. It was pretty skittish at the time. After dislodging it from a nearby tree, it tried to fly over a river and didn't get far before she waded out to get it (dec. in Me) When she came home it was nearly all dried out and smelled kinda like a wet dog. Miss DeCosta was her name and she lived a long life as one of my favorites. She was the start of my chicken raising fetish!
A beautiful white leghorn pullet fell off a truck just in front of my daughter one year. Being the sweetheart she was, she stopped and with her friends help managed to catch it. It was pretty skittish at the time. After dislodging it from a nearby tree, it tried to fly over a river and didn't get far before she waded out to get it (dec. in Me) When she came home it was nearly all dried out and smelled kinda like a wet dog. Miss DeCosta was her name and she lived a long life as one of my favorites. She was the start of my chicken raising fetish!