Remember that chicken that Piper helped me catch last week by rolling her out from under the barn?

  
She’s fine except for the fact that she stands in the nest all day and stares into space.  

  
It occurred to me that the poor thing just might have PTSD; a mental health condition triggered by experiencing or seeing a terrifying event.  I’m sure that what happened to her would certainly qualify.

Now, I know that many people with PTSD do much better if they get an emotional support dog.  But somehow…I think that just might “roll” her over the edge.