Okay, why is there a chicken pooping in the back of my car? I scooped her as she was contemplating crossing the road. (Can’t tell you why she wanted to cross the road though).

I had seen this hen at the side of the road when taking the bus home. About a week later, as I was driving to my chiropractor, I saw her again. I pulled over to the side of the road and followed behind her as she was walking in the ditch. I thought she’d bolt, but she hopped up into a low branch of a tree – ideal height for me to pick her up. I put her into my car and off I went to my appointment. She was an ideal passenger, sitting quietly and not flapping about.

I tried to find her owner, but couldn’t, so Ruby came to live with us. She was molting at the time, but once she got her feathers back she was a fantastic layer. Ruby put my heritage girls to shame, as their production couldn’t keep up with her 6 extra-large eggs/week.

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