This baby chicken was just a few days in the world before she landed her first job.
The chick, borrowed from a nearby farm, hosted a game of ‘chicken plop bingo’ at a stag and doe party in Wellandport, Ontario Canada.
Her only job function was, err… bodily. Just poop on a name on the game board — and that person would win a prize.
Luckily, the chick’s other talents shined through. Like a talent for drawing instant adoration.
And most importantly, she caught the eye of Melissa Cummins-Lees, who was a guest at the party.
“I kept taking her out of her box and she would immediately cuddle into my chest and fall asleep,” she tells iHeartAnimals. “And purr. And make the cutest little ‘peeps.’”
And, well, you probably know where this story is going. Namely, home with Cummins-Lees.
Once she learned the chick couldn’t be returned to her original home — the poultry farmer cited contamination potential in reintroducing the chick to the flock — Cummins-Lees asked her husband a time-honored question:
Can I keep her?
Cummins-Lees sprang the chick from her dubious job — and offered her a full-time being happily unemployed.
It started with a name: Miranda Lambert.
Then Cummins-Lees, who got a quick internet education on raising chickens, made her a makeshift brooder — a warm enclosure for raising baby chickens. She kept the brooder in her stepson’s room, maintaining the heat at the recommended 75 degrees.
Over the next few days, Miranda Lambert began to blossom into the intelligent, curious and ever-charming chicken she was always meant to be.
Many baby chickens don’t survive the first cut at poultry farms. Larger commercial operations dispose of weak, undersized or sick babies on a massive scale.
“I can’t imagine how many don’t survive the first week or for what reasons but I can assume that if one is a runt or doesn’t look like a good producer they would have no qualms about snapping it’s neck and tossing it into a manure pile somewhere,” Cummins-Lees says.
“I would have felt awful knowing that Miranda Lambert died like that.”
Thanks to her, the only menace Miranda Lambert faced was the occasional shade cast by one of her cats.
“She was pretty happy here but I have three cats and one, in particular, has a strong predatory nature,” she notes. “So he was getting really preoccupied by Miranda Lambert.”
Cummins-Lees figured it was only a matter of time before her cat made his move. So, she started working on finding a new space for Miranda Lambert to spread her tiny wings.
“Then my husband told me one of his very nice friends has chickens and would take her,” she says. “And I could visit.”
And so, Miranda Lambert went to live on a farm, where she will be able to peck and purr for the rest of her life.
It turns out, Miranda Lambert did, in fact, get a second job. It may be the most important job of her life — as an ambassador for chickenkind, department of education.
“In my (time) fostering Miranda Lambert I learned that chickens are amazing companions,” she says. “They don’t need a lot of space to roam, will come when you call them and are great composters.”