I’ve never known a chicken to be so happy to live in a box. It’s crazy. She seems perfectly content to nap, eat, groom herself. Repeat. She eats breakfast and settles down into the hay for a nap. Eats lunch, stretches out in the sun and naps. Eats a snack, sighs, tucks her head under a wing and takes a nap.
I’m glad she’s eating. It’s her only real job. And I can feel her putting on weight. But I do want to see signs of normal chicken behaviour, like escape attempts. Scritching. Opinions. No, she’s just I live in a box now. So the jury is still out on, Is she ill? Or Is she just the mildest chicken ever? She’s growing slow for her age, hence the forced confinement with snack bar, so maybe her mildness is a symptom of hunger? Not the usual symptom of hunger. The only sure way to get a rise out of her is autofocus. The green light makes her hit the dark far side of her box in zero time flat. I’ll be looking through the viewfinder at her, lining up a perfect shot of her being cute, touch autofocus, and *poof*. Where’d she go? I failed to get many excellent pictures that way. The only way I can get closeups is in full sunshine; that drowns out the autofocusing green light. Oh, falling asleep. Going… Gone. No, I’m awake. See, my eyes are o….o…oh, back to sleep
HW shakes his head soberly and says I’m headed for a certain destiny of being a crazy chicken lady that has chickens in the house wearing diapers (Ok, I don’t think that necessarily correlates to mental instability, just sayin), but he loves her too. She’s too precious, and it’s fun to have a quiet little poofy pet. A purse chicken.