A Sad Day in the Chook Pen

A Sad Day in the Chook Pen

Melissa the WyandotteLast week my little tribe of chickens was reduced by one as we lost our newest member, Melissa. This was unexpected as she was also the youngest bird.

Cyclops is now feeling lonely again. Effie largely ignores her in favour of roaming around my garden. I will have to get another chook, although I doubt whether it will be another Wyandotte. They do have wonderful puffy feathers, and pants which flap appealingly around their legs when they run, but those same feathers can easily get stuck together with chook poo and dirt. A couple of times I had to give Melissa a bath, all of ¬†which she bore without much complaint, but washing dried poo off a chook’s bum is¬†hardly a riotous way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

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