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Oh dear…. more troubles 🙁 we’re praying for everyone.*

* A good and just God will listen to prayers for a chick, won’t He?

I…Just…Can’t…Resist!

Unfortunately, Maggie has also mysteriously lost the use of her back legs.

At least she has the use of her front legs so she can still get around.

Back legs!? I suspect you have a pegasus, not a chicken.

Heh. I keep catching myself thinking of it as her back legs. Oh, well…I’ll let it stand. It’s good to show a little imperfection now and then 😛

Poor little Maggie. If Brer Fox came at me, I’d probably forget how to walk too.

Poor chickie!…hope she gets well soon!

Maybe there should be one more Dead Pool Rule: selection must be human.

In Jack Vance’s SF novel Night Lamp, the status-seeking inhabitants of Thanet flaunt their memberships in “ledges” of varying prestige, one of which is the Sick Chickens.

Meanwhile, I must find a new Dead Pool choice.

Chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot pie… 🙂

You wouldn’t get a Chicken mcNugget out of a 3-month old bantam.

Hope she recovers the use of her legs, and that all recover from the scare! *hugs*

So not only do chickens peck each other to death, they also cripple themselves when danger appears? Once again i give thanks for not acting on that impulse to get a chicken. I had no idea you paid such a price for free eggs!

I just don’t want to know how poor Maggie is getting around with her back legs unfunctional. Poor Maggie!

She’s not getting around. I carry her from place to place and put food and water in front of her. I’ll do this as long as it works.

O, chikkens are a force of nature, Tom. Don’t go there if you aren’t ready.

With some people’s luck taking Maggie in the pool might be the surest way to a quick recovery!

Good point, ‘cat. I might have to chose her for just that reason. God knows I’ll never actually win, right?!

That’s the spirit, Oldcat and Nina! What we need is a band of dead pool losers to join together to pick Maggie. Let’s use our power to be wrong for good!

Poor little thing. I hope she’ll be okay. Best wishes for a speedy recovery, pretty Maggie.

“Let’s use our power to be wrong for good!” Sounds like Dem boilerplate to me.

Good?

You can save Arclight!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPprA2K-mcw&feature=c4-overview&list=UUAYm_MeZd16g5tOlHn35Stg

Sweaz as a little girl
http://img.izismile.com/img/img6/20130725/640/daily_picdump_1293_640_48.jpg

If you can carry a chicken, you can carry a tune.

38 minutes!

Here’s hoping for a speedy recovery for both Maggie and Uncle Badger!

You should get one of those teeny-tiny wheelie things for Maggie; given her (possible) lack of front legs, put a remote-controlled battery pack on it and zoom her around with a remote. She’d be the first motorized chook (RoboChook?).

Just don’t let the higher-status chickens get hold of the remote…

That’s not even close to being a banjo, Mr. Taylor!

“Maybe there should be one more Dead Pool Rule: selection must be human.”

Dunno if you want to go there – that would seem to exclude a lot of otherwise-perfectly-viable selections…like, say, Eric “The Rotten Red Rottenfuhrer” Holder, and ol’ Hairy Weed, the Senatorial Satanist, and Nanny Peelousy, the Botoxed Butthead, et.al. Not a gen-you-wine human in the lot.

Maybe you could run an old Benny Hinn “Miracle Faith Healing” video or two for li’l Maggie – sort of inspire her to rise and walk?

Yo’, Mags! No more layabout, dear chook – time to get back on the job, run around scratching for bugs and such, right?

Its the best I could do! Imagine a banjo photoshopped into that picture. And I don’t think Stoaty is a blonde but hey, its the sentiment.

True. 🙂

How did I miss this post? I’m feeling a little dumb. Missus’ Gram says it’s a bruised cord, and to apply heat at the spine just in front of the hip articulation.

Should that fail, I know lots of good spine surgeons. One of them did a fusion on a python that had been run over by a truck. He’d probably like to add a chicken to his CV.