I have a 13 week male Khaki Campbell that got in a fight with his brother and now can’t stand on one of his legs. He started out limping, then he stopped and walked regularly for a couple of days, and then one morning I went outside and he was flopping from place to place, using his wing like a crutch. I got him out of the coop and put him in a tote with water and food because the other guys were trampling him and he was just flopping the best he could. I checked out his leg to splint it and I have no idea what to splint. I compared it to his other leg and the best comparison I can come up with is his healthy leg is like a rigid open umbrella, and his injured leg is a floppy cold closed umbrella. I stroked both legs to check his reaction, and when I touched his healthy leg he started squirming and fighting, but I held his injured leg and moved it to try to find the problem for a good five minutes without him reacting at all. I could feel the blood moving in his healthy leg, but I couldn’t feel anything in the injured one. I’m afraid the leg is dead and I have no idea how to deal with that. It’s not swollen at all. He’s eating and drinking fine, and when I have to pick him up he flops around the tote trying to get away so he’s still frisky. If anyone can tell me what to do that would be great, I’ve called vets, park rangers, farm animal rescues, wildlife rescues, feed stores, tractor supply, and I haven’t found anyone who can help me. Every veterinarian I’ve called has turned me away, saying that they don’t deal with ducks. I’m afraid that he’ll get gangrene or another infection before I can help him. Please help me figure out what to do.
P.S. I made the mistake of naming him so I’m getting attached. My husband, whose favorite meal is roast duck, keeps saying “Goodnight, sleep well I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” So I named him Westley.
P.S. I made the mistake of naming him so I’m getting attached. My husband, whose favorite meal is roast duck, keeps saying “Goodnight, sleep well I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” So I named him Westley.