Look closely...one chicken is OUTSIDE the hen yard. And which chicken would that be? The runt, TINY. Tiny almost didn't make it when she arrived as a day old chick - she could barely walk, wouldn't eat and seemed to be having trouble breathing. But she would drink water, and somehow grew into adulthood alongside her sisters. She is fine now, peppy and the most spirited of the flock - but she is still small. Small enough to squeeze through the fence! She does this throughout the day, despite my chasing her back in when I catch her outside. That petite little dickens! I should try to fatten her up, maybe add some cheesecake to her feed. My friend Amy calls her the underchicken, and supports her moxie and strong nature, which combats her status as runt. Go Tiny!
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