Meet Lucky, one of the roosters who lives at my father’s farm. Lucky has lived at the farm since he was a chicken and there’s a real story behind his name. My father has pigs. He gets food for them from various sources, mostly vegetable these days, but in the past he’s had dead chickens. (They were gassed when the poultry company didn’t require them) Anyway, my father was feeding these chickens to his pigs and he came across one little chicken who wasn’t dead. He took it back to the house and put it under a clucky hen. The chicken thrived and my father decided to call it Lucky because obviously, he was lucky to be alive. Lucky has lived a long, happy life at the farm.
This is Lucky watching me with suspicion while I get ready to take a photo, and Lucky enjoying a dust bath in the garden.
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