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Marley
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Age: |
One year old
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Female
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Rhode Island Red Chicken
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| Home: |
Sooke, British Columbia, Canada
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My name is Marley, and that bottom photo of me standing on the counter eating out of a bowl is my first day in my new forever home! I was supposed to be a farm chickie, but I turned out to have special needs. I was born with a really large crop and it had a deformity, so it would regularly get blockages. That's where my name comes from - my whole name is Bob Marley, because my crop always be jammin'! Well not as much anymore. It still happens sometimes, and then I have to stay inside and eat wet mash with grit in it until it clears.
Boy, it's not easy being a pet chicken! I had to learn all sorts of things I never had to know on the farm! Did you know they make these things called trees, and you can play in them? Then there is sunning your tummy properly. Mommy says I look like a little gryphon when I do. There's my friend Penny telling me how to do it properly. As you can see, after a while I really learned how to do it well.
It's a big responsibility being a pet chicken, too. As a farm chicken all I had to do was grow big and lay eggs, but now that I live with Mommy there is a lot to do! It's a good thing I have Willow the farm kitty to help me. Every day we cross into the hay field to check for bugs, and scratch the grass to see if there is anything I need to eat. I have to go on the porch of Willow's house, too, in order to make sure her owners feed her good kitty food. And I lay eggs, too! I and my other chickie friends have a very important job - we make eggs for the Food Bank. That way other pet-mommies and daddies can have something to eat when they might otherwise not.
But my most important job of all is to tell people not to give up on pets with chronic conditions. I'm so glad the farm-people gave me to my Mommy so I can have a nice life. Even though sometimes I need a little special care, I'm still a good birdie, and I can in turn help people with not enough to eat. My Mommy loves me very much, and I know I'm a lucky red birdie.
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Talk about Marley in Pet Talk!
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