Look at this handsome boy!! We finally have Chance’s lice cleared up which means for the first time he gets to explore here! Welcome to your forever home, baby cakes.

Chance has 5 open acres to roam. Pull him out of his little run so he can go explore, find bugs, and run! And what does he do? Goes and stands next to the ladies. For over an HOUR until distracted with food. All men are the same.

“Eeeehhh whadya want? I’m not interested. Get outta here. Sheesh. Kids these days.”

-Chance

Listen, lady, this yellow stuff you’ve been mixing in our food doesn’t taste good. I got no use for it. Stop puttin it in there! I refuse to eat until you meet our demands!

“Chance, you have food on your beak.”

Well I refuse to eat any more! It tastes like chemicals! You say it gets rid of the biotics or whatever those are. I don’t got those anyway!

“You were sneezing, Chance. Everyone was sick. I’ll mix some pumpkin in to add some flavor for you.”

We are better now! We don’t want no pumpkin! Stop! I said no pumpkin!

*everyone else eats*

Dang it, lady. You are so hard on us. Life is so unfair! *gobbles food with pumpkin and antibiotics*

Chance meets Lincoln:

“Hey bro, we wore the same outfit today!”

“Yeah bro, we should wear this every day!”

Chance helped me finish my lunch today. I took a break and decided to eat on the porch. Chance was there trying to sneak some scratch grain from the bag. I pulled a piece of lettuce out of my sandwich and offered it to him. He came right over, stepped past the lettuce and stole a big chunk of my bread! A man who knows what he wants!

Chance took full advantage of this beautiful day!

There’s genuinely nothing we love more than watching these guys just enjoy their lives. They are the most perfect little people and they all deserve such good things.

Today the most handsome boy, Chance, went to the vet. He had had a few minor symptoms that had come and gone, but mostly it was just a slight change in personality. He had slowed down a bit. Just barely. But with chickens, little things mean big things, so we went to the vet just in case. Chance has been here for about 3 years, and was full grown when he came to us. We don’t know how old he is but he’s not young. The vet agreed to take X-rays and check his heart. And sure enough - Chance is in the beginning stages of heart disease. His heart isn’t enlarged yet but it’s not pumping correctly and fluid is backing up into his air sacs (lungs). We came home with half the pharmacy, and Chance ran off to find dinner and see his friends. Days like today are what we do it for. I don’t know if his is considered a win, but I’m so grateful we’re able to give him the care he deserves.

Chance. The actual best boy in the world. We’ve been struggling more than expected with his heart problems and he’s been feeling pretty crappy the last few days. We’ve been treating aggressively and this morning, today, right now…. he’s got his personality back. He wants to eat and do things and is letting me know that he’s ready to get back to life. He’s an old boy and I know we can’t have him forever, but he says he’s not ready to leave.

Chance and I are hiding in my closet. It’s the only place where no one can find us. Chance ditched me when he found the mirror though. As handsome as he is, I really can’t blame him. He told me to dust it so he can see himself better, but I told him he’s the one with all the feathers.

My sweet, sweet Chance. He’s an OG here. In his younger days, he was cRaZy for the ladies. He still is, but he spends most of his time with Constance now. Chance is at least 5 years old, but could be a lot older. He has heart disease.

Chance has been slowing down over the past year. He still loves life, eats, poops, is the best boy. But his heart meds can only do so much.

His heart is big, just like it was before. But we seem to be controlling the heart disease fairly well. His other organs and bones all look good. No signs of deterioration. This silly boy just had a respiratory infection. We know he can’t live forever, but every single day with Chance is a gift. Fancy Pants Chance we call him. Chancy Pants, which makes no sense, but has stuck. I can’t wait to say “good morning Chancy Pants!” for many more mornings.