We have one pet chicken.
The low hen hangs out by the camper all the time now. She’s different, very content to be all by herself out here the other side of the field from the flock. I would too, if being around the rest meant I got feathers pulled out of my head. She’s the only chicken intrepid enough to follow the path around the field all the way here on her own. It’s nice, to have the one chicken so close, and I’m glad she can hang out somewhere safe from social pressures. When I open the door she appears, looking to see if I’m going to throw something.