I have one chicken having a hard time. She´s a low chicken – the lowest – I call her Sidewinder because of her habitual cringing deferential walk. She arrived like that. She had a chance at a fresh start – no one knew she was a low chicken before – but she blew it. Creeping and ducking – she got pegged as low from the beginning.
She´s molted, so she was practically naked.
Her wing shoulders were getting all raw too, from the rooster’s attention, but that problem is eliminated along with the rooster. Jacques went in the pot for repeated bad behavior, and it was high time. I couldn´t go out there without a stick and I counted on the protection of the Colonel. He was very good looking, but a good-looking jerk. Now it´s much more peaceful in chicken land, for everyone.
Then I think she had a close call with a raptor (unusual in the spring – perhaps it was a spat with a peer). I think so because there was an alarming feather splotch by the trail, and I had heard a shriek, but then there was no one missing, and Sidewinder turned up with the last few cling-on feathers on her back gone. Totally naked.
But now she has a jean jacket.
I was at my friend’s (Spoiled Rotten Chicken Club, chapter III), and half her flock was running around in jean jackets. It was cool, rainy weather, of course. She´d made a whole rack of them from a pattern on the internet. I couldn´t stop laughing. The ones in jackets looked tough, or swaggery, like they were proud of their duds. And the colouring of some of the Ameracaunas with grey-blue wings in their jackets was uncanny.
It’s like Toad Hall, or (some other UK childrens’ stories where the animals all wear vests and/or cravats) come to life.
She gave me one for my beleaguered naked chicken, and she’s rocking’ it. A little warmth, a little sun protection, and a little peck barrier. It hasn´t seemed to gain her any status though.
HW says they all need club patches.