In Sick Bay #9, our injured chick, now called Calamity Jane, is, for all intents and purposes, fine. She is blind in one eye, but otherwise appears uninjured. She is eating, drinking, and normally active. She makes a fair racket with her chirping and cheeping. She has figured out how to jump out of Sick Bay, and follows us around in our home. She becomes desolate and full of despair when she is alone. It is so endearing, that any side issues (small....donations, shall we say) that she leaves along the way are easily managed.
In fact, this evening, she has figured out how to jump into our lap at the dinner table, and went so far as to finish Bryce's crab cake! We are allowing behavioral indulgences I never would have tolerated in another pet. Getting up on the table indeed.
Calamity Jane has gourmet taste
As for prevention of airborne hazards, we proceeded as follows. It stands to reason that, if we are to continue to allow the older birds out of the coop, they will need protection from the sky. It may not be falling, but there could be another murder of crows....
Far be it for us to proceed on a sunny day; no, we waited until it was good and wet outside. It was the first window when Brandis was available. Thanks to a duck blind of Robb's, chicken wire and other metal screening/fencing, we have rigged an enclosed run. It won't keep out determined raccoons
or coyotes, but we are confident that those evil black birds are excluded.
We looked like drowned, uh, chickens, but afterwards, the sun came out. And hopefully, peace and harmony will once again prevail.
Duck blind for chicks
Duck blind from above
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