Brian once had a chicken that had some problem with its legs. Apparently that's often a chicken problem area. This chicken couldn't walk, it dragged itself along the ground as a baby, trying in vain to keep up with the other chickens.
Brian started physio on it. Every day he would take it outside and sprinkle rice on the ground in front of it, then he'd help it walk, one chicken leg after the other, til it had gobbled up all the rice. One day Gimpy, as we called him, walked on his own - well he teetered really, but he managed to shuffle, lurching from side to side, and gobbled the rice up. He collapsed exhausted at the end but it was a pretty exciting day on the farm.
Gimpy never got better, and he never could do more than lurch a few steps before he'd collapse. Brian did that physiotherapy on Gimpy Chicken for weeks, then one day Gimpy died. That's life on the farm, eh?
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