The Straggler-Part II

I no longer expect to find him missing or dead in the mornings.

When we first let the young chickens outside, I expected the cat to deem the little runt chicken an easy target.

The photo above shows him around six weeks old. The photo below shows him at 12 weeks (he's the little guy in the center).

Yet, he's finding ways to survive.

When I throw corn cobs, squash and tomatoes into the chicken yard, he's battling with the other chickens to get his share. In the morning, he participates in the chest bump games.

I call him "he" and "Napoleon," but he may be a she.

I sit and watch and wait for the story to develop.