I had six chickens that I'd raised from chicks. Over the past couple of years five of them met with mysterious ends...they just disappeared. Most likely they'd suffered unfavorable outcomes from encounters with raccoons, coyotes, disease, etc. As a result, for the past 6 months I've only had one chicken, whom I affectionately named "Chicken." Chicken is a good girl, very friendly, and even affectionate by chicken standards, which is to say she tolerates the presence of a human for a short while. Seriously, though, she follows me around outside and sometimes even hops up on my lawn chair while I'm reading. She's very much a pet.
Well this morning I threw some vegetable scraps out for her to munch on, and when I checked on her status a few minutes later, there was one of my other chickens...who'd been missing for SIX MONTHS! This prodigal chicken has spent all day today keeping to herself in the roost...as if she's traumatized by something.
We have few neighbors out here (maybe four?) and none of them have chickens so I don't think it's some other chicken that wandered off and ended up here...I'm pretty sure this is one of mine that went missing.
I might name her "Walt" after Travis Walton!
Submitted May 29, 2016 at 08:56PM by fried_eggs_and_ham http://ift.tt/1XHDdae
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