Tick, tock

Clock is a ticking, we're down to the less than 2 weeks before E-Day (execution day).  Cornish Rock Cross are known for their exceptionally fast growth, to the point where they get too heavy to walk or fly.  Ours are definitely getting on the more chunky size.  The mob has been spending more time sitting in the past week, but overall they are still quite mobile and occasionally active, even running a few races the length of the pen and even attempting to fly over their cousins in a race to the feeder. 

Our little former invalid still spends the night in the garage, but the husband has rigged an outdoor coop next to but separate from the rest of the mob in which she now spends her days.  This protects her from her more aggressive cousins but allows for a little socializing and some outside time.  In terms of size, she's catching up with the smaller hens in the mob, probably now only about a few days behind.  And speaking of "she" and "hens," I'm not altogether convinced that she isn't a he.  "She" seems to be developing more pronounced comb and wattles; this might explain why the roosters would go after "her" when we tried to re-introduce her to the flock.  That said, I'm not sure she'll outlive her more feminine nicknames of "baby girl" and "princess" (really, we haven't named her/him/it, these are just NICKNAMES so they don't count).