Yesterday's weather was a Spring teaser. Temperatures were in the mid-50s and the sun was shining. In late afternoon, I decided to let the flock free-range. They were so happy. Chocolate was especially feeling good. He was definitely the one in charge dictating each new destination in the yard to the girls. He was also spoiling them with each new treat he found, generously giving them to each of his girls.
My almost 4 year old daughter was out there with me as well. She loves to visit each chicken, say hello and stroke their heads and backs. The chickens enjoy her company too. To be completely honest, I was a little nervous about having her out there with Chocolate, but I was there. I gave her a quick reminder on rooster etiquette and closely monitored their interactions. I was never more than 5 feet away from her at any time. Chocolate usually loves her holding him and showering him with affections. For the most part, the chickens that like her best are Chocolate and Feathers.
Standing there, I noticed that the waterer was dirty. I took it out of the coop and tilted the waterer to the side; refreshing the water. All of a sudden, I heard my daughter scream. I literally looked away for about 15 seconds and Chocolate decided to give her a warning. He seized the small crack in the window of opportunity. I quickly grabbed my daughter and tried to figure out what had happened. She was shaken and said that Chocolate had pecked her on the knee. I saw no marks. Once she was consoled, I walked over, picked up Chocolate and returned him to the closed coop and run.
I decided in my heart of heart I needed to act sooner than later. I could never forgive myself if something that I can prevent from happening indeed happens. I called a local friend with a farm.