Well, my smallest one had a little crooked beak. It looked really funny! She would follow me around like a little pup. She apparently wasn't getting much food because of her beak problem though.
This morning, I found my little crook peacefully lying on the ground. She had died, and I had no idea until early this Sunday morning. This blog entry is a kind of tribute to her. I know she was just a chicken, but once you give one of these guys a name, they really do become pets