R.C. on his sun porch I am not ashamed to admit that I like chickens. Short, tall, fat, skinny, fried or roasted—I’m a fan. So I suppose it should come as no surprise that while driving through Catawba one spring day I stopped to pick up a rooster who literally fell off the chicken truck on his way to slaughter. Over the following weeks of care, R.C. (Road Chicken) made a full recovery minus a wing. Soon it became clear it was time for R.C. to move out of his makeshift hospital (an old dog kennel) and into something more appropriate for such a peculiar bird. He loved cats and sunning himself on porches, so it was important that his new home accommodate both. For one week I worked sun-up to sundown taking apart wooden pallets and building what I affectionately refer to as “The Poultry Palace.” Complete with an A-frame roof and front porch for sunning and feline visitors, R.C. moved in without hesitation. Each morning I would let him out, and by dusk every evening he would return to the safety of his abode for the night. R.C. has since passed on, but his house still stands to his memory. Christina Borders, Statesville, EnergyUnited |
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