Meet Little Helen

Little Helen, formerly known as "one of the un-named teenagers".
Obviously she's not a teenager anymore.
Little Helen is our chicken that, just over a week ago, was attacked by a hawk,
escaped to the safety of a big spruce tree, and then gave me a run for the money trying to keep her from running into the river. All her wild maneuvers that didn't make sense at the time, are turning out to be perfectly understandable now.
Little Helen, as it turns out, is now kinda blind. Well, not really kinda, this picture was taken, with a flash and without the aid of a zoom setting, and there was not even a flinch, that was sort of the final test, to confirm that yes, she's really kinda totally blind.

Now I do understand that any self respecting farmer would have just named her Noodle Soup at this point but I guess I'm just not that farmer, heck, I own chickens and grow some vegetables, that hardly makes me a farmer anyways, and it's not called Wingnut Acres for no reason either.

And besides, Little Helen is coming along just fine, she's laying eggs again that actually have a shell on them that is not paper thin, so that means she's eating and drinking again.

The other chickens have stopped picking on her, and have even just decided to stay out in the run for the night. They were locked out of the coop for one night for being such bullies, and seem to have taken to the idea, and only come in to lay their eggs, which is a good thing, keeps Little Helen alot cleaner, she can't get up on the roosts anymore and tends to lay under them, so not having anyone sleeping up there is a good thing for her, not to mention the whole coop, which is now her home, all day.

I do have to pick her up, after talking to her first so she knows it's just me, and put her foot in the water dish so that she knows it's there, she has figured out that the food is to the left of that, and the sunshine is that big warm spot near the door, just in front of the food and water. She's even found one of the nesting boxes for her eggs, not that it matters, I can pick them up from where ever, but we did have to install a little railing in front of the door since both she and one of her eggs have fallen out...........

I found her in the bushes behind the coop pecking away at bugs that I think she could still hear, maybe she got some, who knows. 
I found her egg behind the coop, in between Ol Farts paws, under his chin, while he was showing teeth to the 3 chickens that felt that it belonged to them..........seriously funny situation there..........110lb dog vs 3 chickens over an egg, and a rooster standing by not knowing what to do with this scenario. In the end, the rooster stood guard, the chickens were fearless, they actually had their head in the dogs mouth to get the shells, and the dog, who could have had the whole chicken dinner at that point, behaved and just tried in vain to protect his find with a show of teeth ( that actually made him look like he was smiling..........but I know he wasn't )