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Big Momma

In February 2002, I bought an assortment of pullet chicks from a nearby hatchery. They were happy hens in their beautiful chicken house and had lots of time to range on our 6 acres.


Big Momma
On a warm, sunny afternoon in June, while I was running errands, our dog Jake broke out of his yard and hunted down my hens, killing them one-by-one. I returned home to this incredible carnage, and my husband and I began counting the bodies, but there was one special hen missing, the little Easter Egger hen that I called Big Momma. We looked and looked and after several hours, we found Big Momma alive, unharmed, hiding in a drainage pipe. She was in shock, but recovered with care and love.

I ordered more chicks, they grew, our wayward dog Jake was secured so that he couldn't ever escape again, and all was well.
My husband was in the house on a Sunday morning when suddenly something made him look toward the patio door. Big Momma was pecking furiously at the glass; she bravely had scooted past our other dog to sound an alarm. Barry went ouside to find a neighbor's dog chasing the chickens and that dog had one of our flock in its jaws. Big Momma knew where and from whom to get help!

Barry rushed out to stop the dog and then Big Momma disappeared. When I got home Barry told me what that clever bird had done. I anxiously looked for her but she was nowhere to be found. Finally, there she was in my store warehouse, hiding hunched down in a shelving unit.

I think Big Momma is a very smart and brave little hen; she first got help for all her friends, and only then made sure nothing was gonna get her!



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