My name is Carolina. I live in a cardboard box.
I came to this place in a smaller cardboard box with 24 other chickies. The hen person who opened the box put us all in a bigger green box and gave us food and water. She had to teach each of us how to drink water, but we figured out how to eat by ourselves.
When we grew bigger, she put us in a larger blue box. That’s where my troubles began. The other chicks grew faster than me. They were mean. They pulled my feathers. I tried to hide under them to stay warm and so they wouldn’t see my bare naked skin and pull more feathers. The hen person didn’t notice my nakedness right away. I’m glad; I was ashamed.
One day the hen person took us all to a new place. It was not a box at all. It had a round top and sometimes the top was blue and sometimes it was black. When the hen person set me free in this place, she saw my nakedness but thought in the new place I could get away from the mean chicks. I hid under the waterer. The mean chicks wouldn’t let me roost on the roosting stick with them. They still picked on me. I was hungry. Hen person put extra food where I could get it without the mean chicks hurting me. Mean chicks are just mean for no reason. They wouldn’t leave me in peace.
Even so, I was mad the day the hen person put me back into the green box, all alone. She told me I would live in the green box while I grew more feathers. I had a lot to eat but I was lonely.
After a few days, the hen person saw I was lonely and tried to put me back into the blue sky place with only a few small nice chickies. They weren’t nice at all.
But now there were birds called goslings living in the green box. So the hen person put me in a cardboard box with short sides. I have my own roosting stick. Now I can see the things in this big house box when they make scary noises. They aren’t so scary at all. I can see the hen person when she roosts in the day. There’s a thing in this big box that makes chirping noises most of the time; she calls it a radio. I kind of like it, even if it doesn’t peep or trill things I can understand.
Hen person brings me foods I never had in the other boxes. I like oatmeal, cooked eggs, scratch grains and chicken. Chicken was the best. I threw the tomato out of my box.
Sometimes I get to come out of the cardboard box. I learned how to perch on the hen person’s wing. It’s a strange wing, the feathers are different colors every day. At first my legs weren’t strong enough to perch, but now I can hang on while she walks around the house box. Other times I just sit on the hen person while she roosts. She puts me on a special feather thing that I sit on in case I crap.
There’s a rooster person too. He is nice. He fed me from his wing. He chirps a lot with a box called a guitar. He wanted me to roost on him, but I’m not sure yet.
The hen person started taking me out of the big house box that my cardboard box is in. I saw flying birds and felt the wind. Once I saw some really big hens. I wanted to make friends, they seemed nice. But they were on the other side of a net. There’s a cat too. It put its nose right up to my beak, but it didn’t peck me. It is a strange animal.
Now that the goslings are bigger, we all go outside together. The goslings make strange sounds and eat grass and get IN the water instead of drinking it. They ignore good food, like bugs, and they don’t seem to know that you have to scratch the dirt to find the best things to eat. They follow the hen person everywhere, making loud noises. I think they are stupid. I tried to peck one to be sure, but the hen person flapped at me.
Yesterday I remembered how to take a dust bath. The funny thing was that I never did it before, but I remembered it even so. Then the goslings fell asleep in a pile on the ground and the hen person made us all go back to our boxes in the big house box.
My feathers are finally starting to come back. It takes a long time to grow a feather. I have to preen each one every day as it comes in. I’m still small and it’s a big job to do.
Hen person says I have to live in my box until I’m not naked anymore. She says when the goslings get bigger, I might stay with them for a while in their box. Or we might all move to the blue sky box, when the other chickies get evicted. I could have my own apartment there, with no mean chicks taunting me.
Hen person also says it turns out I’m really lucky because the mean chicks will all lose their feathers and go live in a place called freezer box. When I have my feathers back, I get to go live with real hens at a place called Cheryls. But I think the rooster person might want me to stay. I just hope there are nice hens wherever I end up. Hen person is nice enough (except when she makes me go back in the big house box) but she’s not a real hen. I hope to be a hen someday.
If I turn out to be a rooster, hen person says I have a real problem.