A recent neighborly visit brought two women face to face, but one had reason to be wringing her hands enough to shyly knock on a stranger's door and ask for help. A family decision to put their home on the market during these tough times (without much hope for a bite) remarkably resulted in an instant sale- GREAT news for the family. But, suddenly a new concern surfaced that had been overshadowed by the real estate worries: With a move coming in the very near future, what to do with their pet chicken? Admittedly, their beloved gal has some "issues"- once a part of a small flock, she had witnessed all of her sisters fall prey to predators. The trauma caused her to refuse entering the coop, choosing instead to roost in the trees at night. She stopped eating chicken food instead preferring to ' free-range wild-craft' with occasional catfood treats. A family cat became her sole companion. With all these quirky habits, would I, could I consider adopting her? My chickens seemed to be happy and well-adjusted with free roaming rights on this farm and gave her feel-good vibes whenever she drove by and saw them in the yard. (Funny, I do hear that alot) Would it be possible for her chicken to be reintroduced to the flock mentality? Well, sure! I was more than willing to try. No need to apologize for those 'silly' chicken emotional attachments, Dear Neighbor. You're talking to another chicken momma who has shed many a chicken tears. So on Sunday, two neighbors extended their families by sharing a single white chicken who can now reacquaint herself with others of her own kind and have some nice digs to retire on. So far so good. The gals are curious about each other and can co-exist within the same general vicinity. No pecking order threats. No domination. It's gonna work out. A few funny quirks though....the new arrival keeps following my skiddish Juniper cat around who is not too sure she wants the attention and her nighttime nesting of choice is in overgrown barberry bush that is even more overgrown with poison ivy!! Boy, there's no chance of catching her after dark to quietly move her to the coop, I guess. Smart girl! I hope her brilliant white feathers don't draw nighttime attention from above ...namely owl attention. I also hope she chooses one of two open barns to roost in come tough weather. Only time will tell. This hen didn't come with a definitive name but I can't bring myself to call her the obvious 'Whitey', either. Have any suggestions? She's been pretty easy. I had her eating chicken food (mixed with catfood) outa my hand this morning. Welcome, dear chicken, to the Farm! I think you're gonna like it here.