Last year one of our laying hens was attacked by an unidentified animal that tore up her... uh... laying parts.
I figured we would have to put her out of her misery, since she was a bloody, mangled mess, but my compassionate animal lover nursed her back to health, placing her in a protected cage and bringing her fresh food and water every day until she was back on her feet.
To this day she walks with a limp and lays eggs that are easy to identify as hers.
Scarred and misshapen.
I think the life lesson here is clear.
When life bites you in the butt, just keep cluckin'.
*This motivational message was brought to you on behalf of Felicity, The Gimpy Hen.