Is it an owl? A hawk? A chicken?
The hatchery didn't say what kind of bird the bonus chick they sent me was... MJ was just a tiny, dark, and fluffy baby who was raised with giant dodo meat birds. Now look what she has become!
She's become a pest! She is constantly under my feet or pecking at my pant legs. She clucks and coos and makes such a ruckus that Wendigo makes a game of putting a paw on her back so she can hear her squawk. During the cold spell she was the only bird that didn't find a safe place out of the weather, and her feet were encased in ice one night, and she couldn't grip the perch. I brought her in to thaw out overnight, but now she has a swollen foot and a limp.
She's happy for me to pick her up, but she bites my fingers. I still have to carry her to bed each night because she finds the strangest places to make her bed. The goats do not enjoy a chicken cuddle! She's one weird bird.
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