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Did I mention the sick chicken?

Poor Maggie. The chikkens got a scare on Tuesday while we were out. Presumably a fox. They were safely locked in, but feathers everywhere. Everything that could be kicked over was kicked over and there was flapping and also beGAKKing.

The little girls, in their separate enclosure, both had bloody noses from flying into the walls in a panic. Unfortunately, Maggie has also mysteriously lost the use of her back legs.

Her legs don’t seem dislocated. She can move them a little. Her toes are warm. Her wings work okay. She’s alert and her appetite is good.

I have consulted the International Sisterhood of Chicken Ladies and it could be anything from a deadly disease to something she’ll shake off and get over in a few days. As long as she keeps eating, I’ll keep feeding her and hope for the best. It’s a little like having a Furby.

Please, nobody take my nice little chicken in the Dead Pool!!! Round 52. Tomorrow. Six sharp, Weasel Blog Time. Be here.


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: July 25, 2013, 9:31 pm

Oh dear…. more troubles 🙁 we’re praying for everyone.*

* A good and just God will listen to prayers for a chick, won’t He?

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 25, 2013, 9:42 pm


Unfortunately, Maggie has also mysteriously lost the use of her back legs.

At least she has the use of her front legs so she can still get around.

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: July 25, 2013, 9:47 pm

Back legs!? I suspect you have a pegasus, not a chicken.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 25, 2013, 10:16 pm

Heh. I keep catching myself thinking of it as her back legs. Oh, well…I’ll let it stand. It’s good to show a little imperfection now and then 😛

Comment from Deborah
Time: July 25, 2013, 10:45 pm

Poor little Maggie. If Brer Fox came at me, I’d probably forget how to walk too.

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: July 25, 2013, 11:21 pm

Poor chickie!…hope she gets well soon!

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: July 25, 2013, 11:59 pm

Maybe there should be one more Dead Pool Rule: selection must be human.

In Jack Vance’s SF novel Night Lamp, the status-seeking inhabitants of Thanet flaunt their memberships in “ledges” of varying prestige, one of which is the Sick Chickens.

Meanwhile, I must find a new Dead Pool choice.

Comment from Gromulin
Time: July 26, 2013, 12:34 am

Chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot pie… 🙂

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 26, 2013, 12:37 am

You wouldn’t get a Chicken mcNugget out of a 3-month old bantam.

Comment from Frit
Time: July 26, 2013, 12:43 am

Hope she recovers the use of her legs, and that all recover from the scare! *hugs*

Comment from tomfrompv
Time: July 26, 2013, 12:47 am

So not only do chickens peck each other to death, they also cripple themselves when danger appears? Once again i give thanks for not acting on that impulse to get a chicken. I had no idea you paid such a price for free eggs!

Comment from Nina
Time: July 26, 2013, 1:50 am

I just don’t want to know how poor Maggie is getting around with her back legs unfunctional. Poor Maggie!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 26, 2013, 2:28 am

She’s not getting around. I carry her from place to place and put food and water in front of her. I’ll do this as long as it works.

O, chikkens are a force of nature, Tom. Don’t go there if you aren’t ready.

Comment from Oldcat
Time: July 26, 2013, 3:03 am

With some people’s luck taking Maggie in the pool might be the surest way to a quick recovery!

Comment from Nina
Time: July 26, 2013, 3:24 am

Good point, ‘cat. I might have to chose her for just that reason. God knows I’ll never actually win, right?!

Comment from marymary
Time: July 26, 2013, 3:42 am

That’s the spirit, Oldcat and Nina! What we need is a band of dead pool losers to join together to pick Maggie. Let’s use our power to be wrong for good!

Comment from Paula Douglas
Time: July 26, 2013, 4:07 am

Poor little thing. I hope she’ll be okay. Best wishes for a speedy recovery, pretty Maggie.

Comment from unkawill
Time: July 26, 2013, 7:01 am

“Let’s use our power to be wrong for good!” Sounds like Dem boilerplate to me.

Comment from Oceania
Time: July 26, 2013, 11:18 am


You can save Arclight!


Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: July 26, 2013, 3:08 pm

Sweaz as a little girl

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: July 26, 2013, 3:49 pm

If you can carry a chicken, you can carry a tune.

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: July 26, 2013, 5:22 pm

38 minutes!

Comment from Stina
Time: July 26, 2013, 10:56 pm

Here’s hoping for a speedy recovery for both Maggie and Uncle Badger!

You should get one of those teeny-tiny wheelie things for Maggie; given her (possible) lack of front legs, put a remote-controlled battery pack on it and zoom her around with a remote. She’d be the first motorized chook (RoboChook?).

Just don’t let the higher-status chickens get hold of the remote…

Comment from Nina
Time: July 27, 2013, 4:45 am

That’s not even close to being a banjo, Mr. Taylor!

Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: July 27, 2013, 8:47 pm

“Maybe there should be one more Dead Pool Rule: selection must be human.”

Dunno if you want to go there – that would seem to exclude a lot of otherwise-perfectly-viable selections…like, say, Eric “The Rotten Red Rottenfuhrer” Holder, and ol’ Hairy Weed, the Senatorial Satanist, and Nanny Peelousy, the Botoxed Butthead, et.al. Not a gen-you-wine human in the lot.

Maybe you could run an old Benny Hinn “Miracle Faith Healing” video or two for li’l Maggie – sort of inspire her to rise and walk?

Yo’, Mags! No more layabout, dear chook – time to get back on the job, run around scratching for bugs and such, right?

Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: July 29, 2013, 7:53 pm

Its the best I could do! Imagine a banjo photoshopped into that picture. And I don’t think Stoaty is a blonde but hey, its the sentiment.

Comment from Nina
Time: July 29, 2013, 8:16 pm

True. 🙂

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: August 1, 2013, 10:06 pm

How did I miss this post? I’m feeling a little dumb. Missus’ Gram says it’s a bruised cord, and to apply heat at the spine just in front of the hip articulation.

Should that fail, I know lots of good spine surgeons. One of them did a fusion on a python that had been run over by a truck. He’d probably like to add a chicken to his CV.

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