Cluck Cluck came from a nearby farm in Alma Center, about 135 miles east of Minneapolis, Murawska said. When the chicken began wandering over to his house, his neighbor said he could kill it because it wasn’t producing any eggs. But Murawska felt sorry for Cluck Cluck because she had a mutated foot and decided to keep her. He fed the bird and built a coop, and then his wife let Cluck Cluck into the basement on cold nights.
“I spent way more money than I ever should’ve,” Murawska said by telephone. “I guess it paid off.”
Once again an animal that’s been treated with kindness repays the humans who saved her by saving them.