You remember the start of Tom Sawyer, when his aunt punishes him by making him whitewash the fence, and he manages to sell it as a treat to his friends?
Roses has taken on the chicken and she feels lucky. Heh. The chicken is doing all right. I’ve got an antiseptic spray from the pet shot and we’re using that rather than ointment – which was fine, but this leaves it more open and less wet – and I can feel that her breastbone is less prominent, so the little she is eating is doing her good. The pen is now in Roses’ porch and Roses herself is carrying little chicken round and is teaching her to ride on her shoulder. *sigh*
I did my good deed for the day, yet it’s not that good a deed but a normal thing to do. I went into town to do my shopping and, at the first shop, spent all my cash. So i parked outside Barclays to use their cashpoint, and spotted a piece of brown paper in the gutter. I picked it up and it was an envelope with a name and an amount of money written on it. Clearly wages, over £100 and probably a week of part-time earning. So I took it home and asked on the local Facebook page. And, thank goodness, the owner was found. She confirmed the sum and it was clearly the right person. She’d worked extra last week to earn more for spending money for the family half-term holiday. And the fact is, I feel just as happy to have found and returned her money as she does to have got it back. And clearly no praise is due, it would have been dishonest, wrong, wicked to have kept it. If I hadn’t found her over the weekend, I’d have handed it to the police on Monday and put the word about in local shops etc. I’ve been embarrassingly praised on the FB site – but I reiterate, doing anything but returning it would have been wrong, stealing and really quite WTF?
Although the week took a decided downturn because of the poor chicken, it has picked up substantially since. Roses let one of the mother hens into the run with the others yesterday and she seems to have integrated. I put the other one in this evening and she was a bit nervous, clearly realising that she’d dropped way down the pecking order. The cock was bullying her until I intervened and one of the black hens was throwing her weight about – but she’s a pretty assertive hen and I think it’ll be fine. I’ll let them out tomorrow and by the evening they will all have forgotten she’d dropped out of the flock. I now, at last, have a spare coop so will separate the young cocks from the hens. I’m afraid that I still have one missing hen, so she may be sitting on yet another clutch of eggs. But now I know I can rehome them, it’s only an annoyance, not a real problem. If they hatch from now on, the coop will go in the greenhouse for warmth.
I hope to unobsess about animals soon. Especially sodding chickens.