Today, as I sat out in the chicken yard, feeding the hens sprouted lentils… [a big hit by the way!]… I got a leisurely look at the black and white hen. She was coming quite close to pick up lentils that were right by my feet.
The rooster was particularly hardest on her.
Her poor feathers are just a disaster of twisted, broken, shredded and complete absence. I feel so bad for her.
One would really like to have a few choice words with that rooster...
Some people actually sew little backpack things for the hens that they wear to protect their backs from the rooster's toenails and spurs.
Like these...
http://www.louisescountrycloset.com/hen-saddles/
Anyway, all that is over now that she is here by us, and as I was watching her today, I thought, she looks like calamity has struck her. ...
And of course, what could possibly follow but …. Calamity Jane.
So, we don't have to refer to her any longer as 'the black and white chicken'.
Her name is Jane.
Let us hope this will restore some of her dignity.
When her feathers grow back in, she is going to be stunning.
One would really like to have a few choice words with that rooster...
Some people actually sew little backpack things for the hens that they wear to protect their backs from the rooster's toenails and spurs.
Like these...
http://www.louisescountrycloset.com/hen-saddles/
Anyway, all that is over now that she is here by us, and as I was watching her today, I thought, she looks like calamity has struck her. ...
And of course, what could possibly follow but …. Calamity Jane.
So, we don't have to refer to her any longer as 'the black and white chicken'.
Her name is Jane.
Let us hope this will restore some of her dignity.
When her feathers grow back in, she is going to be stunning.