Our chicken? The naked one? She now has blue quills poking out of the naked parts of her body. I assume these will be feathers. Or the kids have been practicing chicken voodoo. Or she's seeing an acupuncturist.
Frankly, this is more than I ever needed to know about chickens.
The other chickens are not making fun of her (they're leaving that to us). They don't laugh at her, or ostracize her at the water bowl. They don't talk behind her back or chat amongst themselves about how well/poorly she's doing. They do not discuss her situation and arrive at their own conclusions regarding her lifestyle, diet and relationship status.
They are not bringing her non-chicken noodle soup and then praising God that it's HER and not THEM who is naked and quilly.
They are just letting her grow her feathers.
As much as I've learned about chickens, it seems I could learn a few things from them.