The Blind Chicken- A New Home

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Here’s what we know:

  • She’s figured out how to email us and does so pretty often.
  • She loves her new home.
  • She’s changed her name from the ‘Blind Chicken’ to the shorter but chicer sounding- ‘BC’.  (guess it’s a California thing) » » »

The Blind Chicken in San Diego

If you are just starting with us might we suggest you catch up by reading a little background on the Blind Chicken…go here and here.

The kids left to spend Christmas with their other parents so we’re packing the Blind Chicken up into the car  to take her to her new home in San Diego.

Molly:  My mother-in-law, Cat,  so graciously offered to take the Blind Chicken after visiting us this fall.  When Cat saw that the Blind Chicken was not doing well with all the other chickens in the coop she took pity and offered to take her in.  After years of being top chicken her status had dropped so low her grandbabies  were pecking on her. 

Mike:  We separated her into her own area for her safety but after a lifetime of being with other chickens it seemed a miserable existence.  My dad and step-mom have a very laid back older chicken named Daisy.  It seemed like a good fit. » » »

Get Me Outta Here!

We’ve packed her into the dog carrier and are on our way to San Diego.  First stop… Phoenix!  The Blind Chicken is  oh! SO eXcITed!!

The Blind Chicken has had enough!

We’re going to take a few days off from posting.  See ya’ next week!

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The Blind Chicken

Some of you know about our Blind Chicken but for those of you that don’t, let me give you a little background.

The Blind Chicken

We have a six year old Americana  (OK, she’s really an Easter Egger) chicken.  About 3 years ago I was in the chicken yard and noticed she was staying close under my feet.  Something wasn’t quite right, she ran into a wall and was clearly surprised it was there.  I called Mike out to watch her run into things and sure enough her eyes were cloudy and she appeared to be only able to see shadows.  From that day on we called her ‘The Blind Chicken’.  We’re not real big on naming our chickens around here.  It goes back to when the girls were small.  Each Spring I would order 25 chicks.  The girls would coo and cuddle these fluffy little chicks and name one, maybe two.  Inevitably a few days later that would be the chick that died.  Dumpling had a crying fit one day on the way to school and wouldn’t calm down until we promised to bury and hold a proper funeral for this dead chick.  Everyone agreed, no more names…. » » »