Bridge had a relatively good day. This is after I thought she was going to die on my lap this morning. She can’t stand nor walk, but she’s still drinking and eating a bit. Her crop was full this morning, which is a huge bummer, but she’s still pooping. Here she is at my feet right now. She got pretty excited about the wheat bread and zucchini and tired herself out eating it. She keeps waking up, seeing her treats, scarfing a few bites, and going back to sleep.
I don’t know if this is the most drawn out death in the history of chickens or if she could possibly pull through (doubtful). Meanwhile, I’ll keep supporting her the best I can.
I have to put her outside tomorrow morning before going to work. I’m reluctant to put her on a heating pad, even a low watt one, because she’s pretty immobile. I may just have a warm heater in the run.
I’m not nebulizing her anymore nor treating with doxy. However, I did give her aspirin yesterday and today to hopefully alleviate some ascites. She actually seems in better shape tonight than last night, but I’m not sure how that can be. Her belly is huge and tight. It seems the less I handle her the better. I think she knows she is loved even when I don’t hold her.