This is Ringo. I named him that because of his accident. He is a mixed breed, young rooster from our flock. We had a broody hen that we allowed outside the chicken coup. She had a wire cage over her plus other armament, but one night a coon dug under everything, killed the hen, a keet, and stripped the skin off all around Ringo's neck.
The poor guy had no skin or feathers around his neck, but he was alive, so in the house he came. He wanted to eat and drink, so, OK, we'll give him a chance. Triple antibiotic, food, and water.
Well, he had done pretty well as you can see. The hole in his neck is healing nicely and scar tissue is growing well. He spends the day on his perch (a cardboard box with newspaper), and the night in a box with cross-hatched cover (for plenty of air) at night. If we are not in the room, he calls out to us.
I told my wife, "Maybe we could liter train him and keep him inside." Well, I'm sure you know what she thought of that plan. "Won't it be cool to have an chicken inside for a pet; visitors would love him." Well, I'm sure you know what she thought of that as well.
Well, Ringo, another week or so and back to the flock you go.
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