Poor little chick

I came in this evening after school and discovered that five of the chicks had ganged up on the sixth one and pulled all the feathers off her back. Poor little thing looked like Steve Carell’s chest in The 40-Year-Old Virgin.

I rustled up an empty gerbil cage and turned it into a makeshift holding pen for the hazing victim. She is not happy about being separated from the flock, but I’m afraid the other chicks will hurt her if I leave her with them. She can go back once her feathers have grown in, but that bald spot is just too easy a target for sharp little beaks right now.


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