THE HANDICAPPED HEN
My husband and I have been raising chickens since the early years of our marriage, and we’ll soon celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary. We raised our first batch of Rhode Island Reds from chicks. They’d just reached egg-laying age when some neighborhood dogs broke into their pen and killed them. It was a sad day, but we weren't discouraged. We simply started again, this time with some sex link hybrid hens from a neighbor, and we later got our first broody hen.
When the kids got older, I went to work, and we no longer had farm animals. In 2012, we moved into an old farmhouse in the mountains in north Georgia. One of the first things my husband did was build a
