A word of caution…

Chickens are weird and do strange things. But when they do different strange things, pay attention. I have four lavender Orpingtons among my flock of 50. I’m convinced that they, like orange cats, share a single brain cell.

We had a new gate put in and reconfigured. Today one of “the grays” was standing against the new fencing, staring across the driveway. Strange, but she is not the smartest bird. I assumed that she was trying to figure out how to get to the other side, no pun intended. I walked out and she ran to me for treats. Nothing looked amiss, and she was active. A few minutes later, she went right back to her weird-ass behavior.

Tonight at bedtime, she was still out in the run with her partner in crime that owns 1/4 of their collective braincell. They needed their butt feathers trimmed, so I took the opportunity.

While holding my barber victim #2, felt something strange. She had apparently rifled my garden supplies and managed to get a Velcro plant stay wrapped around her that could not be seen, only felt. It went all the way around her body, and under her wings.

This was a new one for me. I am shocked that there was something so obviously wrong with her that could not be seen, whatsoever. Even the dumb chickens have a way of telling you they need help.