Annie and I were trying to figure out how long ago the chickens were attacked by the raccoons. Yes, there is a point to this mental exercise, but in typical fashion, I will wait until the end to provide it...

Ultimately, after discussing various events that have happened to us in that space in time, we realized that it has been over two and a half years. Lila Bird lived with us (i.e. in our house) for at least four months while she healed, and disgustingly pecked off her flesh that was hanging off her body after being carved alive. I think it might have been closer to six months...

At any rate, the trauma of the ordeal left her incapable of providing eggs. My threats of turning her into a stew chicken did not help things, I guess. However, I had come to grips with the fact that she had become my parrot, and was not going to lay eggs again. She is the coolest chicken we have ever had, though. She still talks to me when she sees me. In fact, she can see me sitting on the deck punching on the computer from the coop pen, and talks to me from there. Our new rooster seems to have a problem with that, as he has a tendency to step up to her, stretch out, flap his wings, and crow when she does that.

So, after all she has been through... the struggle of having her muscle carved from her body by sharp claws... having other chickens attack her because she looked more like food then a chicken after that... living in a box (ok, that's not accurate given that she had become a pet that walked around getting fed from Annie's hand and perched on my chair, but still)... Lila Bird surprised us today.

Lila Bird blessed us with two blue-green eggs (she is an Aracauna). I am constantly amazed with Nature's ability to adapt and deal... I suspect we could all have something to learn from that should we ever move past our self-proclaimed authority over life on this planet...

Bowing to the order of life...