Oh I remember that with my old Monk. In my arms a gooshy rabbitty soul. Put him down and now he's all strut and stuff for the girls and even giving me the evil eye, just for show I'm sure.
That's going to make your life and his life so much easier if he can find his own meals! Hurray! What a great rooster you have there. The before and after pics are going to astonish people. So pleased you persisted with him.
I like this news! The flinch means there's some sight there I think, so even a little bit of vision will make it possible for him to lead a normalish life. I'm trying to remember the enticing treats I used to get my old rooster to eat: cut up grapes, scrambled egg, milky bread. I would add a...
Oh sorry, I forgot to say what I meant to. In my experience you won't ever regret what you did because of love. So give him what love wants to give. He mayn't survive, but he will have been loved. And that's all we can do.
My old rooster Monk got old, I guess. He was probably twelve. I sat with him in the coop as he gave in. He was wrapped in a blanket. I was sitting on a little stool. But I held his, what do you call their hand? And every once in a while he squeezed my hand. I just wanted him to know I was still...
Wildlife rehabilitators use a purée made with cat kibble to eye dropper baby birds because its supposed to have the right nutrients for birds. Go figure. If I'm nursing anything I add a drop of honey. It's an antibacterial thing and makes the medicine go down!