Still with us
Violence is still in chicken hospital. I’m a little mystified – whatever it is should either have killed her by now, or she should be getting better, but she’s muddling along about the same. Puffed up, lethargic and sleeping all the time.
She eats. I’m holding onto that as a good sign. A creature that eats hasn’t given up.
I’ve been resisting taking her to the vet. She’s not a very old chicken, but she’s not a young bird, and our local practice doesn’t have an avian specialist. They are not hugely useful with chickens.
I didn’t think of sour crop. I don’t think her crop feels funny, but tomorrow I’ll take her out in the garden and try to make her throw up. Joy.
Truth is, though I’ve been keeping chickens seven years now, I’ve only had nine in total. I’m not really a very experienced chicken keeper.
Have a good weekend, everyone. And as they say here, keep your pecker up.
Yeah, they really say that here. It’s all I can do not to lose it.
Posted: March 17th, 2017 under animals, birds, personal.
Comments: 12
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Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: March 17, 2017, 9:27 pm
They say “keep your pecker up” in Oz as well.
And don’t ask, if you find yourself Down Under, what sports team they root for.
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 17, 2017, 9:53 pm
If you “keep your pecker up” too much here in Murka they send you either to prison or Hollywood.
Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 17, 2017, 10:23 pm
I’m surprised that there are no local chicken support groups that can give you advise, stoaty. At least on the internet. Hope Violet feels better soon.
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: March 18, 2017, 12:45 am
Violet is another one of my Internet friends. I hope she feels better soon
Comment from BJM
Time: March 18, 2017, 3:27 am
Time for the chicken mid-wives or somesuch…there must be old timers around…how the hell you’d find one I haven’t a clue.
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 18, 2017, 10:42 am
Sour crop. I squoze my poor chicken like a tube of toothpaste this morning.
Treatment: bio live yoghurt and apple cider vinegar. If it doesn’t get better in three days, trip to the vet.
Sour crop is basically a candida infection in the crop (pre-stomach). Can happen for lots of reasons: pecking poop, not enough stones in the diet, random badness. I’m guessing the stones thing, as they’ve been locked up and unable to forage so much this Winter.
Comment from durnedyankee
Time: March 18, 2017, 1:34 pm
Uncle Al – if you do it for 4 or more hours, you’re supposed to see medical attention.
One could conclude that Americans are over sexed I guess, since we can’t get around spotted dicks and keeping peckers up without giggling.
Now throw a couple of Dingle pies in there for good measure.
A recipe, I have been informed, that “will not be made or served in this house!”
Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 18, 2017, 4:15 pm
The Brits always giggle when they hear fanny packs.
Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: March 18, 2017, 10:33 pm
Charles Edward Anderson “Chuck” Berry (October 18, 1926 – March 18, 2017)
RIP
The dick has been won…
Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: March 19, 2017, 7:35 pm
I did wonder if anyone had Chuck Berry in the Pool; felicitations to bikeboy, the very latest to join the Select Ranks Of Winners – so…new Dead Pool coming up Friday-next no doubt? I must remember to be on-time on deck, so as to reclaim my Usual – or, if necessary, either my Alternate-Usual or my Backup-Alternate-Usual – all of which (mostly due to my extreme tardiness, I freely-admit) were already under prior claim by the time I checked-in properly on the last round.
Let the continuing games renew at the customary time and place!
Comment from PatAZ
Time: March 20, 2017, 5:46 pm
I see David Rockefeller died at 101. Doesn’t someone usually pick him? Or am I thinking of another Rockefeller?
Comment from dissent
Time: March 20, 2017, 6:52 pm
Oh crikey. Just missed my Rockefeller pick by a couple of days.
Now I’ve gotta poach someone else’s pick.
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