{"id":92,"date":"2009-02-08T17:09:57","date_gmt":"2009-02-08T22:09:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/?p=92"},"modified":"2013-04-30T16:59:51","modified_gmt":"2013-04-30T21:59:51","slug":"helen-the-blind-chicken","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/2009\/02\/08\/helen-the-blind-chicken\/","title":{"rendered":"Helen: The Blind Chicken"},"content":{"rendered":"

Say hello to Helen.<\/p>\n

\"Helen<\/p>\n

She is perched outside of the chicken pen.\u00a0 She is blind.<\/p>\n

\n

Last weekend, the Michigan weather had warmed up considerably (considerably for Michigan), and it was above freezing.<\/p>\n

As the sun rose in the sky, my father opened the large door to the chicken pen.\u00a0 The chickens gradually wandered out, and mingled about outside for the afternoon.\u00a0 They enjoy wandering about the yard.\u00a0 Surprisingly, the cats don’t bother them at all.<\/p>\n

As afternoon darkened to evening, my father herded them back into the pen.\u00a0 Alas, one of the chicken’s poked its head outside for another second, and was subsequently rewarded by having its head squished quite thoroughly as my father swung the large door shut.<\/p>\n

For reasons that remain unclear, my mother took it upon herself to care for this chicken.\u00a0 She set up a small box in the basement for it to stay in, and fed it milk.\u00a0 As the days went by, she grew more attached to it, and even gave it a name: Helen.<\/p>\n

\"Helen<\/p>\n

Alas, Helen cannot see, and is a rather daft.\u00a0 She responds to sounds and touch, but primarily spends her time standing in one spot, turning around in circles.\u00a0 She will not eat for herself, and my mother must feed her milk.<\/p>\n

\"Helen<\/p>\n

As you can see, Helen isn’t looking so well.\u00a0 One of her eyes is missing, and one is very cloudy.\u00a0 Her crown is blackened and flaccid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Say hello to Helen. She is perched outside of the chicken pen.\u00a0 She is blind. Last weekend, the Michigan weather had warmed up considerably (considerably for Michigan), and it was above freezing. As the sun rose in the sky, my father opened the large door to the chicken pen.\u00a0 The chickens gradually wandered out, and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-investigation"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":270,"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92\/revisions\/270"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.redrecondite.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}