It’s been a few weeks since one of the chickens fell sick.  Seth and I noticed that she was sitting on the ground all of the time, either unable or unwilling to move around all that much.  She got herself from the henhouse to the feeder in the mornings, and back again at night. Once it became clear that she wasn’t doing so hot, we isolated her in the spare bunny hutch and christened her Buttercup.  Because after all, you can’t call an animal Sick Chicken all the time and expect her to get better.  As one of the animal-feeding volunteers said, “Let’s put that good energy out into the universe!” Buttercup couldn’t walk without propping herself up using her wings on the ground. It…