Alright, here's Inky the house chicken. She's very tiny, as you can see in the picture of her next to my old Ipod Nano. My family jokingly calls her 'the miracle chicken' because she just doesn't seem to be able to die. When she was a few days old she got hair wrapped around two of her toes and they fell off. Fortunately they were the two extra toes that she doesn't actually use. Only a few days later, a heavy object must have fallen onto her and broken her pelvis, because now, as an adult chicken, Inky's pelvis is really, really messed up. The vet said that it is folded in half on her right side and that there is no pelvis at all on the left side, but I disagree. She only walks with a slight limp so I'd be surprised if there was nothing there. I think she has some kind of huge, bony growth on the right side of her pelvis that formed when a fracture was healing. Either way, it is truly bizarre and she can't remove dust very well from her one of her air sacs because of her deformity. This makes her very prone to pneumonia so she was eventually brought inside to live in my room. Over the years she has had pneumonia several times and countless cases of egg binding. Today at seven years old she no longer lays eggs and, probably because of that, she is now the picture of health. The eggs were really straining her. All she needs is an air purifier and careful restriction of outside time when the neighbors are burning their garbage. Now you wouldn't even recognize that something is wrong if you met her, but helping her through her illness brought us very close.
I love the little thing to death. She's like a lap cat, only more snuggle-y, and she is always talking about one thing or another. She has quite a complex personality for a chicken. She's no bird-brain!
Casper is my favorite duck. He's quite a character. He's no chicken, but I thought you guys would like to see this picture of him wearing duck shoes! Whenever someone see's him wearing them it makes their day. I have to put these on him when I take him on walks at rest areas during the road trips. He hates them with a passion, but that's beside the point ;)
Inky has been on tuns of genuine, whole family member, month-long, country-wide road trips with me. My dad insists that we go and Inky is too high maintenance to leave behind with neighbors so she has to come along. She's a pro now; we call her the road chicken. She sits in a large cat carrier (she's so tiny that it's pretty spacious for her) while we go from one side of the country to the other. She has been to lots of national parks and has stood on the shore of the pacific ocean, which is a pretty cool feat for a chicken hatched in the Midwest.
Casper has had to come along on several relocation trips in the past. I call them road trips rather than just transportation because once you get into driving for three days one-way calling it 'transportation' would be a bit misleading. It's very hard to take him along because every few hours he gets hyper and starts to pinch the back of my head. Then I have to take him out at a rest area with his harness on and walk him around, but we draw such a crowd that I can't get a single thing done. He does spread child-like joy to the people who meet him wherever we go! I just always make sure to tell them, don't get a road duck for yourself. Speeking from lots of experience I can say with confidence that you don't want to do that! Haha!