I was out feeding chickens the other day when I noticed that I had a visitor.
She shouldn’t have been able to get out of her pen, but then again, she’s very small.
A quick glance shows why. She’s got one heck of a crossbite. Her upper and lower beak don’t come anywhere near eachother but she still manages to eat, albeit a little less than her siblings.
Ol’ Crossbite is a pretty good reminder that mother nature is none-too-kind in her distribution of random genomic mutations. This is the kind of mutation that gets a chick killed pretty quickly in the wild. Here she’ll get to live out her life with the rest of her siblings, she’ll just be a bit smaller.