Recently I said my final good-byes to a tough little bird. Quasimodo (or Quasi for short), was a Barred Plymouth Rock pullet. She arrived by mail, day-old, with 15 “sisters” – an event I’ve looked forward to almost every other year since 1985. All of the chicks were as normal as chicks can be; active, investigative, eating, drinking and determinedly establishing the hierarchy of the group – otherwise known as the ‘pecking order’.
All was going well until Day Six. I never could establish what actually happened. Two granddaughters had visited that day, and as usual, made a bee line for the chick...Read more