I have a sad story today about my chicken, Blackie.
Blackie is this tiny chicken I got from my friend Gibran. He’s going back to Mexico for a long time so he gave me his chicken. She’ll be grown by the time he gets back from Mexico.
But the thing is Blackie was attacked today by another chicken. That chicken pecked all the feathers off her head and then pecked off all the skin. I went outside to check her this morning and saw her laying there in the coop with no skin on her head. It was just her skull. You could see her tendons moving back and forth.
I climbed in there and grabbed Blackie and carried him upstairs to Mom and Dad. She was still alive. Mom took her to the vet to see if there was anything we could do. The vet put some medicine on Blackie’s head and said maybe she’ll die.
Then we put Blackie in a special box with newspaper in it. If she eats and drinks tonight, maybe she’ll live. If not, she’ll probably go to Jesus. Me and Weston said special prayers for her but I thought I should tell the world to say prayers for her too. Maybe that will help.
I can’t put a picture of her on my blog because it’s too gross. I’m worried about little girls seeing the picture because they’ll flip out if they see it. Girls are like that. McCall’s not so much like that, though. She would probably be tougher than most girls. She’s not tougher than mom, though.
I hope Blackie lives, but mostly I don’t want her to hurt so much. I’ve never had all the skin ripped off my head before, but I’m sure it’s gotta hurt. Man, I hope she gets better.
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