I do love our chickens but it seems that our flock attracts more than their fair share of bad luck.
First we lost Coolie, our Barnevelder, in January. I still have no idea what caused her death.
Then Breanna and Washington were both attacked by dogs and we needed veterinary help.
|Breanna's side wound with a huge dog bite|
Then on Saturday, when everyone else was at swimming lessons, I was cleaning the waterer in the coop when my mum rang on the phone. We might have talked for about ten minutes. (They are coming to chicken sit while we are away next week).
|Yes it was raining and muddy! All nails removed now.|
She was very calm once in the bath and even sat down. My mind was whirling. I am not good in a medical crisis. I get a bit flustered. I would probably not make a good vet. In fact our vet is the polar opposite of me. Very calm and confident.
Anyway somehow I managed to dry Bluey with the hair dryer. Clean out the wound with Betadine and then sprayed the wound with plastic skin to stop the bleeding. She was able to get straight back to the coop and regular chicken scratching. The wound looks great today.
Finally, Washington has come down with a nasty case of bumble foot -a staph infection that develops from a splinter or puncture to the soft pads of the foot.
|Right foot - the large black spot causes her to limp|
I thought that I would have to perform the surgery myself. I ordered Veterycin spray and vetwrap from the USA a fortnight ago but it still has not arrived. I can't leave it untreated any longer for fear it will spread to her bones and kill her. The right foot is much worse than the left.
|Left foot - see the tiny black spot?|
After Saturday's foot accident I was so stressed out about performing surgery on Washington's feet. I gave myself a headache. My husband told me to just ring the vet and get them to perform the surgery. He said something very sensible "Would you operate on a dog's paw?" No way!
So this morning I rang the vet and sent them an email with the links to two bumblefoot procedures. One at The Chicken Chick and the other at Fresh Eggs Daily. We have an appointment tomorrow morning for minor surgery on both feet.
As much joy as they bring to our lives it's hard to bear so much responsibility for these feathered creatures. I don't think that I could not handle larger farm animals and the kinds of diseases and accidents they would encounter. What if I found a half mauled goat? Or a calf got stuck whilst birthing? What if I was forced to put one down? I am too soft hearted. I don't even kill spiders! I would NEVER want to own a gun! Our chicken breeder just can't understand our misfortune as he has hundreds of chickens and hardly anything every goes wrong with them. He's never even heard of bumble foot!
Anyway on a lighter, and footless, note we had a visit from a tree snake yesterday. He appeared next to the front pond, silthered into the reeds in the middle and then stretched all the way across the pond to hide in the rocks.
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