A Rey of sunshine
Rey was a birthday present to me from my younger brother, I received Rey along with her 14 siblings (or more like, adopted siblings), eight Golden Laced Wyandotte's, and seven Partridge Plymouth Rocks, Rey being one of the Rocks. I loved those chicks, and I spoiled them. Alot.
When they were 2 weeks old (somewhere in there), I decided to make a cage in the existing coop so I could put the chicks in there so they could become acquainted with the adult birds. I put them in there and they were fine for a few days. Until Rey decided to go exploring, that is. Rey tried to slip under the wire of the poorly made chicken wire cage and proceeded to slice her back from the base of her tiny head to two thirds of the way down her little back. As she tried to get out, the wire stuck into her wing. My little sister found her, and came to get me. When I saw her she was half dead. I got the wire out of her and took her into the house, once she was out of the wire, she began to perk up a bit and start chirping.
We made an emergency trip to a friend, he was a veterinarian. He stitched up the hole in Rey's wing where the wire had stuck into her. He gave me a cream to put on her and said that she might have a chance. Ray spent the next few days alone where she could heal I put the cream on her frequently and she started to look a bit better. Since she was alone she enjoyed hanging out with people, and she would often sit on my shoulder while I walked about feeding the other chickens.
One day, I was in a hurry. I was going on a hike with some friends. I ran about feeding the animals a bit quicker than usual. When I got back into the house I put Rey in her rehabilitation pen and begin putting on my shoes. Rey wanted to be with me, so she jumped out of her pen and onto my head. My mother came in and saw me and gave me the ''what in the world am I going to do with you look''. I did not think she would say yes, but I asked my mother if I could take her with us on our hike. She said yes. I jumped into the car with Ray on my head, and paper towels, and a mason jar lid for water.
Rey happily rode on my shoulder during the hike. At the top, I tried to set her down to get some good pictures of her. Rey did not want to be away from me, so she followed me and would not let me get any good pictures of her. Oh well, I thought at least she is here. I forgot to bring food for Ray, so she ate some cherries and some sunflower seeds from the trail mix.
I had fun with her that day, and a few days later Rey and her sisters were moved out to a pen or they could eat fresh grass and enjoy the sunshine. I temporarily forgot about trying to introduce them to the other chickens.
Rey and her sisters had a blast in the new pen. They enjoyed fresh grass, sunshine, and lots of bugs, they really enjoyed it. Ray still enjoyed it when I came out to see her and she loved it when I fed the animals because that meant she got to be alone with me.
When Rey was 10 weeks old, tragedy struck. One day I was out feeding the animals, and I looked down at the pen I saw something was amiss, so I ran down quickly. When I looked inside, 5 of the little pullets lay in a pile, dead. Rey lay off to the side with her head twisted under her neck almost dead. The rest of the chickens were happily walking around with not a care in the world.
I picked up Rey, and she lay in my hands without moving. I did not think that Rey could live through this, but after what had happened to her just 7 short weeks before, I decided to give her every chance I could. I set up a crate for her to recover in, but she just lay there. Mama said that she was in shock. I had found out that weasels suck the blood of their prey, and Rey was suffering severe blood loss.
In the days that followed, I had to feed her every little while, she could not move but when I put food and water in her mouth she would swallow. After one week of me feeding her, she began to be able to eat on her own, but I still had to feel her crop to make sure that she had enough food. After another little bit Rey was able to hold her head up better, and then, she could stand up. The next couple days, she could walk around if she leaned on something. It took her 3 weeks, but Rey was able to walk around by flapping her wings, though every now and again she would fall down.
After 4 weeks, I began putting Rey outside during the day so that she could eat grass and bugs, and hopefully get iron and protein. During the nights, I brought her inside so that she could sleep where she was safe from weasels. I had moved her sisters into the big chicken coop where they were safe from the weasels.
As Rey healed, I begin to see that things were still wrong with her. Her hip was crooked, and her wing could not tuck into her feathers like it used to be able to. I have a friend that told me she most likely fought the weasel and injured herself as the weasel held on, or that the weasel stepped on her when he was piling the other chickens up.
After 5 weeks of healing, I was finally able to turn Rey back out with the rest of the flock. After being alone for so long, she was scared of the other chickens, and wanted to be with me. But she eventually got used to them and today she still runs around with them and has gotten along with them for the most part.
A few weeks ago, I took her with me to a potluck that we had at a local brewery. Everybody loved Rey, and she became quite popular. She ate the watermelon from the fruit salad and the corn from the corn on the cob and enjoyed riding around on my shoulder and getting all the attention. As the sun went down she started to get sleepy, I set her down on the barrel, and took some pictures of her in front of the sunset she sat there until we went home. I enjoyed taking Rey places with me and I hope I can do it often. Thank you for reading my story and I hope you enjoy Rey's story as much as I have
Rey was recently featured as POW (picture of the week), and you can find pictures of my rey of sunshine here:
Geez, and I said I was not going to enter and of these. Sigh.