@featherhead007
You seem like a person who has a gun.
Put a material bag over her head, hold her by the neck and put the gun to the back of her head and pull the trigger.
I think that for you this may be the easiest way and something you may feel confident about even if reluctant to do it.
I do, but I will try everything else I can first! She's eating, drinking ,and trying to stand up.
 
I do, but I will try everything else I can first! She's eating, drinking ,and trying to stand up.
I don't wait if a leg is definitely broken. The waiting turns into prevarication and then into 'oh well at least she's alive' type reasoning.
That's me though.
 
I'm looking into chicken slings, (On the odd chance she may recover)
I sure hope it works out for you. I understand what Shadrach is saying. I have nursed a chicken until she died, but then nursed another one and she lived. They were both other problems beside a broken leg, and I realize there's a difference. I just think we each need to find our own way. And that's why it's so hard with chickens.

I hope you will give her a couple baby aspirins a day. It really helped both of my girls.
 
So, on a lighter note...I thought I'd share how I call out to my chickens when I go out.

I usually start with "Hello babies!"

Then, "Hi Pippi, how's your flock?"
And hello, Louie Louie. You doing okay over there?"

(Treats being sprinkled)

"Hi Surly Girl. Hi Queen Victoria."

"Don't start with me Mad Hatter!"

(Sprinkle sprinkle...)

"Hey there Wordy and Birdy."

"Get away from me, Mad!"

"Lori! Susie! Here's some treat for you. Try to stay away from the big birds."

"Good morning Alice and Abby. I see you're hanging out with Mad again today. Mad! Back off!" (Squirts Mad with a squirt gun)

"Good morning little ones! Aren't you getting big? :love I can see two of you are little cockerels for sure." {sigh} Sprinkle sprinkle.

"Mad this is for the little ones, get out of here!"

Walks around the outside of the large pen to the side door of the coop, Mad Hatter stomping along on the inside of the fence. "Well, aren't you all that and a bag of chips, big boy?" Sprinkle, sprinkle...over the fence.

Opens door..."Well how are my broodies?" "growl...grump..." "I know. I'm not going to disturb you or your eggs. Just checking on you." :love

That's about how every morning goes. :lau I don't think they understand a single word I say, but they help me drink my wine. And I always have some mighty fine wine.

Oh wait, that's the bull frog across the river. I mean they love getting my treats. :gig

I crack myself up. :lau
 
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I don't wait if a leg is definitely broken. The waiting turns into prevarication and then into 'oh well at least she's alive' type reasoning.
That's me though.
Shadrach. You are absolutely right. She has no chance of recovery, It's very hard to lose such a wonderful hen like Roxy. I'm saying my goodbye's now.
 
Roosting Shenanigans

It's been a while since I watched and recorded roosting time at Fluffy Butt Acres. Losing Phyllis the other night inspired me to arm the cameras and record roosting. So here we go.

It was a little different from the start as Lilly roosted before Phyllis. Here is Lilly coming in.

Hattie comes next along with Phyllis. Notice that since I put the food back into the coop, most hens snack and top off before roosting.

Phyllis is being harassed and tries the high roost.

Sansa comes in and Phyllis keeps dodging.

Sydney is next.

This is interesting because Sydney gets up on the high roost to only jump back to low roost and then back to high again. I can't figure out why?

Aurora finishes the process.
I finally had time to watch all the videos. I need a camera!

Am I the only one who is all stressed out for Phyllis???
 

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