chickens
My favorite big baby is ruffled, hiding, and giving me the cold wing
Oh, my heart. There's nothing quite like the gut-punch of your favorite feathered friend giving you the cold wing, especially when she's usually sprinting across the yard for cuddles. This big baby is clearly not herself, and those ruffled feathers plus the spots near her ear, eye, and wattle have every chicken parent's mind spinning with worry. Is it fowl pox? Wet pox? The uncertainty is the worst part, isn't it? You did the right thing by applying some meds and planning better photos in the morning light. Sometimes that's all we can do while our hearts do the clucking for us. Hang in there, and keep us posted on her progress.
