Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Tragedy on the Farm

Ok, so we don't actually live on a farm. And this is not a real tragedy, like flooding and earthquakes and famine. But it is sad, and I don't really know what to do about it.

Remember the chicks?

Well, you might not know this, but the cute wears off of a chick in about 7-10 days.

This is what they look like this morning. A lot less cute, huh? That is not the tragic part. This is...

I have a handicapped chick! What am I supposed to do about this?? Her feet are all curled up and she walks on her "knee" joints with her feet and legs sticking straight out in front of her. Needless to say, she does not get around very well.

Another thing you might not know about chickens is that if there is a weak or sick chicken in the flock, the healthy ones will peck it to death. It is a fact that I really hate. So, I am concerned that this chick is up for elimination. And, even if these other hens are used to her and leave her alone as they get older, you can bet the rooster won't. When they get put out with him, it will be curtains for this hen.

So, when my little cowgirl came home last night I showed her the chick. When she was finally able to catch her breath after a hysterical fit of laughter, she said that I should just kill it. Right. Like I am going to be able to do that! Then, she offered to kill it for me.
Ok, here's the thing. What is the difference between killing something yourself and having it done at your request. Nothing, that's what. And how is it that my little daughter grew up to be a hardened killer. I just don't understand these things.

So, when my guy came home last night from the city council meeting I asked him about it. He went with his standard survival of the fittest crap, AGAIN.
"But, Honey, the other chickens are going to kill it".
"If it lives it lives".
"Honey, I was thinking that maybe you could make some little leg splints for it"....
"And maybe we could keep it by our bed where it is safe and warm"...
"And maybe with some physical therapy it could turn out like Forest Gump"...
"Ok, but we have to do something. What's your big idea, and none of this 'if it lives it lives' business".
"How about you call Theresa and offer her the opportunity to have a unique experience. That is probably one of her chicks anyway".
Giggle giggle. "That is a great idea!"

So, if any of you are tyring to get ahold of Theresa, and it seems like she is screening all of her calls, you'll know why.


  1. oh my! I'm with you. Except it will probably figure out how to get around ok if it isn't
    'bothered'and won't need splints. Separating it seems like a good start but you do need some family support. Someone may need a pet chick till it gets older. I hope you think of something. It would definitely get 'bothered' at my house with this group of cats and dogs. They don't tolerate much change.

  2. Oh no! This would be a huge problem for me! I can't deal with this kind of stuff. So good I didn't grow up on a farm! I don't even want to know about it if this doesn't turn out well!

  3. Oh my friend! I am finding TONS of joy reading your posts and seeing life from your delightful point of view. I can totally hear Armando giving you the "survival of the fittest" speech. Brent would give me the same. After hearing it enough, a person does become a little more "brutal" when it comes to nature. If we didn't, I am sure we'd still be paying off the veterinary bill on the lizard Lillie (then around 8 years) most earnestly tried to get me to take to the doctor when our little dog, Dottie, had gotten a hold of it. Could have used a "hardened killer" amongst her siblings at that time! Do hope that Theresa answers the phone and your little chick friend goes on to lead a productive chicken life. Ah, life on the farm!! Missing you~ Tamy