The Preparation H Story Part I

By popular demand I am retelling this saga.
About a month ago my chicks from the August hatching started to lay. Laverne, a Silver Laced Wyandotte was first. After making a lot of loud squawking she just marched into the coop, hopped in a box, and laid a precious miniature brown egg. I was so excited. The first egg, and she was so smart. She just knew what to do and that was that. Piece of cake.
The next was Gracie, a Brown Leghorn. She was a nut case. She flew up on the framing in the barn and tried to nest on a shelf. I got a ladder, brought her down, and put her in a sanctioned laying box. She seemed settled. I left. She left. We did this three or four times until she won and laid in the barn on the framing.
However, I was ready for her the next day. Hens generate eggs every 25 hours. She laid the first at 10, the second would come at 11. Well she skipped a day. The next day I was ready. She started squawking at about the right time. I ushered her into the coop and a box. She stayed this time and laid her little white egg. All right I thought. Two down. Only 45 more to go. I can do this.
Zsa Zsa, who you have already met, was next followed by Muffy an Easter Egger, Eva, Shirley, Buffy, and Dahlia. No problem. Then came Magda, AKA Thumby. Thumby is short for Thumbelina.
In the beginning Thumby was just like her sisters Zsa Zsa and Eva. But after a couple of weeks she stopped growing. Her feathering was(I'm being kind) meager . I worried about her. She was sweet and spunky and clueless about her size. She fought for and won worms. More than once I saw stampeding chickens bowl her over. She bounced back up, shook it off and rejoined the chase. I love that chicken.
Thumby has grown. She is about 2/3 the size of her sisters. Her feathering is better, but still a little sad especially on her bottom. So now we come to the Preparation H part of the story.
To be continued.