Houdini

The story of Houdini-

This little chick came into our family because a momma hen would not get off the eggs she was sitting on for over a month.  We thought we could trick her with some baby chicks.  Well, as you know for my previous post, you can not trick a mother hen.  She attacked the Houdini and his brother.  So the little birds where put in a milk crate in our garage to keep them safe.  Well, Houdini's brother died.  Houdini did not like be be alone in the milk crate and kept escaping out the side holes. Hence he is named after the escape artist.  One day Kyle came home from school and said he could hear the chick but could not find him.  He had gotten out of his crate, hopped up a pile of clothes for donation and jumped right into the tall black garbage can.  That is where Kyle found him at the bottom.  So being the mom that I am, I suggested that Houdini might be lonely so maybe we could put him in with the rabbit.  They could be company for each other.  Another lesson Learned: Rabbits and Chicks don't mix.  The Rabbit chewed on Houdini's feet.  It was really bad, so bad that the little guy lost all of his talons on one leg and one on the other leg.  Poor guy.  Now Houdini has grown a little bigger and so we have let him out back and he stays up by the porch.  He is not too sure of the other chicks but he loves Rascal, our dog, and he follows us around any time we are outside.  I love his little chirp.  He is a pretty good natured chick despite all that has happened to him.