For weeks we had our nightly ritual. After dark, I'd step into the horse stall, walk around the two Haflingers, scoop up the hen and carry her to the hen house.
"You are a chicken. You live in the chicken house," I told her.
She ruffled her feathers and returned to the horse stall every morning.
"Fine. Live in the horse stall," I said.
And, then the horse stepped on her and injured her leg.
"A horse stall is no place for an injured chicken," I said, scooping her up and carrying her to the hen house.
She stayed there for two days before she walked one-legged back to the horse stall.
So we compromised.
I put her in a horse stall without a horse, and agreed to bring her food and water every morning and night. She agreed to be waited on and to squawk her disapproval with me daily.
We're week 2 into the agreement and it seems to be working so far.
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