I understand that we are probably over attached to our chickens. I get it. I am NOT a farmer.

Our chickens have names (and,I believe, personalities) and they are pets. We get eggs from them, and love that they support our kitchen, but we love them for just being them.  Clucky, and plucky and interesting.

So, I worry about them, as I would any member of our family.

And then, when I go let them out in the morning and see one of our chicks with feet like this

I worry even more.   I don’t know what this means and it gets me all concerned. I am hoping that there is a painless (for me and her) solution to this problem of a twisted chicken foot.

And it gets me worrying about how we will manage two cockerels? How the hens will all get along? Are there enough worms in the world to keep everyone happy?

And I know if I was a big tough farmer girl, I would know exactly what to do.
But I’m not. I can’t do that. I am a sissy.

And so I spend the day in a poultry panic, chastising myself for not being tougher, and stressing about the day when push really does come to shove and “something” has to be done.

Maybe we can pretend the chicken went on vacation? Or moved to a new farm?