|Nina Simone Chicken at two and a half weeks|
My tiny little Peepers were gone! I was away only half an hour, and upon my return the search for the two baby chicks was fruitless. About an hour later, Nina came peeping, peeping, peeping along the path next to our property. Wherever she had been, she had found her way home, alone.
|Nina as a gawky teenager nearly ready to lay|
Perhaps she could be called Nina-Nine-Lives. At least three times in her two and three quarter years she has looked very ill and still for a hen. Garlic water brought her around in less than a day, and she had another go at pecking and scratching and laying.
But now being vigilant is part of the Things I get to do today as I keep a chicken's eye on her movements and behavior. She seems weak in the knees. Whole days will go by with Nina able to stand and walk a bit, but then she'll immediately settle to the ground to rest. Then a day later she is up on her feet, eager to hunt and peck the hen yard.
|Nine on the right, settled to the ground instead of foraging for|
the usual morning treats
These odd times seem more frequent lately. Each recovery is a bit less sure and not as strong. We will see how it all plays out in the hen world. I've told all the hens that they get to work out their own departure from this physical body. I will not be intervening, but will provide good food, warm water and cozy shelter. The rest is for them to figure out.
I'll keep you posted.