Poor Checkers just couldn’t catch a break. We wrapped her fresh wounds in gauze and vet wrap until the bleeding stopped and put her in with the chicks. After a day’s recovery, this is what she decided to spend her time doing:
As the scriptures say, “. . . even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings . . .”. She had collected her multi-breed chicks of varying age under her wings and kept them safe and warm.
Checkers could have easily become a nasty, grouchy hen because of the way her should-have-been friends treated her, but instead, she tenderly took on the role of mother hen.