I honestly never thought I'd be saying these words, but, yes, my chicken is wearing a dress. It just didn't seem to matter how much protein I supplemented or moved the girls around or put them out to range in the garden, poor little Ingrid still kept taking a beating. So I made her what some call a "chicken saddle" or "chicken apron". It still looks like a dress to me. She wasn't too happy about it either. Ingid doesn't like to be handled AT ALL for any reason. So you can just imagine how this went!