Meet Brazil. Just a few days ago I found her laying in the dirt, seemingly struggling to stand. I thought she was seriously unwell, and I have to say that vets around here treat chooks as livestock, not pets, so I was worried. My stomach turned over thinking about how to help her, I was lightheaded and panicked. Then, just as I went to scoop her up, she rose, gave me a look and trotted away. I swear she was chuckling.
This is Brazil. She’s the head hen in every which way, the little minx.