Glory, despite his scissor-beak, is thriving.
I weigh him regularly and check his weight by feeling his keel. He’s not even the smallest boy, and definitely not the lowest ranking.
He eats by scooping up large mouthfuls of food and swallowing, same with water. The only accommodation he needs right now is a deep water/food dish. He’s on the sassier side, personality wise, no one pushes him around because he holds his own with ease (it pays to be one of the largest birds in the flock). He’s also a lovebug, like his sister, Wade, and will climb into my lap to demand scritches. He does have trouble preening, but he has 14 flock mates who are more than happy to look after his feather upkeep.
Disability is not a death sentence for animals of any species. Just needs a little accomodation.
Sometimes the chickens enjoy reminding me that they’re omnivores. Just rescued this girl from the wrath of Luna’s reptile brain. I think she’ll be okay.
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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