“Who is healthy? Whoever enjoys what they have.” – Ancient prophet.”

White Hen is holding her own. It’s no longer a Hospice Chicken Stall but more like a Hen Assisted Care Facility. She is eating, sleeping, and defecating correctly. Zip visits her daily to check on things; he seems to be the mayor of our animals.

I’m increasingly thinking of the White Hen as blind. I’m grateful for the satisfaction of doing good for animals and people.

It was a peaceable kingdom before, but I would never have labeled Zip with that label. He has sharp teeth and a huge heart.

Her two former companions (she was so sick they started eating her) stuck their heads out of the roost, but it was too cold for them. They look fine.

We are considering building a chicken wire dome so the White Hen can be outside on lovely days and eat some insects. Maria has taken such good care of her she might go a good way more.