Mother and ChickI never knew I'd be this enamored with an animal (kids excluded of course), I'm just so not animal friendly. But yesterday at the clinic, when these kids came in manhandling an innocent chick, I had to do something.
At first, I tried to teach them that the chick was a living creature and not a tennis ball so it won't bounce when you drop it on the floor. But nothing registered with them, I guess they were just plain cruel or imbeciles. So I shamed them into giving me the chick (saying something along the lines of "Tsk-tsk-tsk you're sure not getting anything from Santa this Christmas") when I saw that they were about to dump it into the trashcan because they thought it was dead.
Kids can be so cruel at times. It just about broke my heart to see them toss the chick around like it was just a piece of rag. I so wanted to kick their tiny butts into pet-lovers' heaven, where animal abusers like themselves will be the ones tossed about by vengeful abused chicks.
Anyway, it was a tough afternoon as the chickie had to be fed with a medicine dropper and placed under a lamp. But it managed to pull through. As of press time, it still walks with a limp (I think its right leg is broken, but I'm still crossing my fingers that it's just a sprain and will heal in due time) but is now pecking away like crazy at the starter feed scattered across its box, so there's reason to rejoice. However, I haven't seen it drink from its water bowl, so I won't put away the medicine dropper just yet.
Somehow, after everything that transpired, I really don't feel like eating Chickenjoy anymore.