One morning, shortly after we got the last batch of meatbirds, Madman came in from morning chores and asked, "Have you noticed one of the chicks has a weird crooked neck?"
"Oh, yeah," I answered. "I've been calling him Igor..."
Meet Igor, all grown up. Still looking at the world sideways (and slightly-from-the-right.)
At least he seldom trips over things...
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Reminds me of a certain Texas governor. ;^)
Poor Igor...
I have a crooked Zebra Danio in my fishtank - he looks like a hunchback so I call him Quasimodo
Chicken chiropractor?
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