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"....

"No".

"And maybe we could keep it by our bed where it is safe and warm"...

"No".

"And maybe with some physical therapy it could turn out like Forest Gump"...

"No".

"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.