Fowl Play: . . . and then there were seven.

We are now down from 10 to 7 chickens. Why we decided to start with 10 chickens is not clear to me. One of those impulsive decisions. Anyway, our original brood included two aggressive roosters which we relocated to Debi and Charles' farm just east of us. One of them attacked Debi, so she made a delicious stew out of him. Not too long after that Louie noticed that one of the remaining eight had a limp. We isolated her in Lynn and Lisa's dog cage after deciding against shooting her with their pistol. Just couldn't do it. Gimpilina (her nickname) lived happily there for a week, but her limp was not improving, so another neighbor, Todd, who I call the chicken whisperer, came and took her to his place to recuperate -- or to eat -- depending on how much time he had to process her. Well, he brought her back about 7 days later as she had recovered from her limp. She, however, was never accepted back into the flock. The other seven would not let her out of the coop. If she tried to get out, they would block the door, so after way too long, we finally decided to take our other chicken friend up on his offer to accept her into his chicken yard which he calls the United Nations of Chickens. He has a gorgeous mix of many breeds who all get along. So that's why we are now down from 10 to 7 chickens.