robinripley
New Member
Okay, I just had the strangest chicken experience EVER.
I have procrastinated all day treating T. Boone's food injuries because, well, he's big and might hurt me. But it's sunset and fortified with a glass of wine (okay 2), I went out to put the chickens up, rub on some antibiotic ointment and some stop-bleeding powder, which, BTW I had to get from my hair dresser because Hatchers doesn't carry diddley-squat to speak of for chickens. (I'm leaving that run-on sentence as-is for effect.)
Poor T. Boone is obviously feeling bad because this is what he does when he's in pain: Bumblebee Blog »
Makes you feel terrible for him, doesn't it?
Anyway, I scooped him up out of the nest box where he was positioned head-in to wash his foot off in a bowl of warm water. He was COMPLETELY immobile in my arms. He was like a stuffed chicken. His head didn't turn around. He didn't squawk. Not a peep.
I proceeded to wash his food, put on antibiotic ointment and stop- bleeding stuff without any movement from T. Boone at all. I had to check to make sure the dang chicken was alive!
I put him back into the coop right up to his preferred nest box hidey- hole. He just stood there, which is also how I knew he was still alive--he stood and didn't fall.
Do you think he'll wake up tomorrow and wonder if it was all a bad dream?
Robin
BTW - Interested in chickens? Join our Google group for Southern Maryland:
http://groups.google.com/group/southern-maryland-backyard-chickens
I have procrastinated all day treating T. Boone's food injuries because, well, he's big and might hurt me. But it's sunset and fortified with a glass of wine (okay 2), I went out to put the chickens up, rub on some antibiotic ointment and some stop-bleeding powder, which, BTW I had to get from my hair dresser because Hatchers doesn't carry diddley-squat to speak of for chickens. (I'm leaving that run-on sentence as-is for effect.)
Poor T. Boone is obviously feeling bad because this is what he does when he's in pain: Bumblebee Blog »
Makes you feel terrible for him, doesn't it?
Anyway, I scooped him up out of the nest box where he was positioned head-in to wash his foot off in a bowl of warm water. He was COMPLETELY immobile in my arms. He was like a stuffed chicken. His head didn't turn around. He didn't squawk. Not a peep.
I proceeded to wash his food, put on antibiotic ointment and stop- bleeding stuff without any movement from T. Boone at all. I had to check to make sure the dang chicken was alive!
I put him back into the coop right up to his preferred nest box hidey- hole. He just stood there, which is also how I knew he was still alive--he stood and didn't fall.
Do you think he'll wake up tomorrow and wonder if it was all a bad dream?
Robin
BTW - Interested in chickens? Join our Google group for Southern Maryland:
http://groups.google.com/group/southern-maryland-backyard-chickens
