Last Sunday morning, I went out to take care of all of the young meat birds. I had slept in until after 7:00 and was feeling quite refreshed. The Cornish-X chicks are always so happy to see me, and they seemed even more eager to be fed this morning. An extra 45 minutes of sleep for me meant a longer wait on breakfast for them. They’re certainly fat enough already, so I knew they’d be fine.
I was wrong.
Apparently, a couple of the birds decided to attempt to make breakfast out of one of their young coopmates. Now, keep in mind that these birds are out on fresh grass; they had plenty of green options to hold them off until their high-protein mash arrived. Their impatience or self-centeredness–or whatever–made a pretty rough start for one little gal.
This is Flapjack. She’s looking pretty good right now, and we are thankful. Last Sunday morning, though, she was a raw, bloody mess around her throat. She had a one-inch flap of skin hanging, wide open, from her neck. It was difficult to tell how bad her injuries were because of the blood, but I sprayed the wound with an aerosol bandage and separated her from the flock. We will probably keep her separately for the duration of her stay here at Country Haven, which is only four more weeks.
This experience has made me glad that people aren’t chickens. I mean, I can’t imagine living side-by-side with my fellow man and suddenly being ripped to shreds by someone else’s impatience or self-centeredness. I mean, can you imagine what it would be like if people didn’t have the decency to just respect the folks around them even when they weren’t getting exactly what they wanted when they wanted it? Can you truly imagine living in a world where people acted that much like animals?!
Yeah, so can I.
There are a lot of really good things about this life–plenty of green grass beneath our feet, so to speak. It’s all a matter of focus. We can choose to perpetuate the problems or to rise above and be part of the solutions.