Frankie and her mom spent a lot of time in the coverall yesterday. It’s a big tarp building with lots of junk to sit on and lots of dry dirt for dust baths.The other chickens accept Frankie just fine, and her mom won’t let the grumpy hen anywhere near her.
I hadn’t planned on Frankie, but now that we have one chick, I let another hatch so Frankie will have a friend once her mother cuts her off. She looks just like Frankie, except for the head, of course.
And if the world gets to be too much, there’s always Mama’s wing to hide under.