Friday, September 29, 2006
Blind Melon Chicken
This creature on my shoulder is Blind Melon Chicken. I'd suggested naming her Stomp, but the suggestion was ill-received. Mel here, was accidentally stepped on during a worm-foraging frenzy as Dirk was moving logs and rocks for easier access. While humans care damn little for worms (although, they too are amazing creatures), chickens go absolutely bananas over them. Mel got caught under foot. I was quite ready with the shovel for a quick burial, but Dirk insisted that she was still breathing and really ought to be given a chance. We spent a couple of days feeding her baby food from a spoon and making sure she got water and, of all things, Pedialyte. Within a few more days Mel was pecking at her own scratch, thus increasing her odds for a continued life span. As of last week, she's been out with the other pre-teen chicks. It's a little tough keeping up with them; they tend to ditch her, especially if she turns right and doesn't see them anymore. Mel tends to hang out with us featherless chickens though. We don't race off to the next feeding ground and tend to stay put; we're easier to locate. That's fine. What's important is that she can manage all the other chicken activities and that she'll enjoy a reasonably long life. Kudos to Dirk.