Fluffy Butt Acres: Stories of our flock

[featherhead007]

Aurora drinks beer. Not Dr. Pepper.

Okay, buy her a beer on me, I’ll pay you back

 

[featherhead007]

Okay, buy her a beer on me, I’ll pay you back

Beethov-Hen and Jaffar prefer DrPepper.

 

[featherhead007]

Well, folks, this should be my last post on the thread about dear Ruby. OMG, the report is horrible. My poor, sweet baby. I wish I hadn’t kept her alive so long. Ruby did not have cystic right oviduct, salpingitis nor fatty liver. Her fat stores were depleted and she was severely emaciated due to extensive metatastic ovarian cancer (liver, kidneys, intestines, coelom). The mass did indeed obstruct her duodenum, which could explain why she was so malnourished.

I’m going to crawl into a cave now. I might be joining thr cull-all-sick-birds camp. Poor Ruby. Poor, poor sweet Ruby. OMG.

How horrible! But, you didn’t know that was the problem. So stay outside the cave

 

[BY Bob]

Well, folks, this should be my last post on the thread about dear Ruby. OMG, the report is horrible. My poor, sweet baby. I wish I hadn’t kept her alive so long. Ruby did not have cystic right oviduct, salpingitis nor fatty liver. Her fat stores were depleted and she was severely emaciated due to extensive metatastic ovarian cancer (liver, kidneys, intestines, coelom). She mass did indeed obstruct her duodenum, which could explain why she was so malnourished.

I’m going to crawl into a cave now. I might be joining thr cull-all-sick-birds camp. Poor Ruby. Poor, poor sweet Ruby. OMG.

I'm sorry but this is not on you. How could your vet could not tell this was going on? How many times was she to the vet? Shameful on their part.

Please don't blame yourself for this. You used professionals for a reason.

 

[BY Bob]

Okay, buy her a beer on me, I’ll pay you back

She says thank you very much. I got her a Stella.

 

[featherhead007]

She says thank you very much. I got her a Stella.

Tell her to sip slowly, that beer is expensive $$$

 

[featherhead007]

Cheer up Michelle, I can feel your sadness all the way from here (it wasn’t your fault at all) and I am still amazed at what you had tried, to save the lovely Ruby!

 

[micstrachan]

I'm sorry but this is not on you. How could your vet could not tell this was going on? How many times was she to the vet? Shameful on their part.

Please don't blame yourself for this. You used professionals for a reason.

Thank you, Bob. But I hate myself right now. Don’t worry, I’ll get over it. But how can I ever forgive myself? The vet told me there was a mass. At the beginning, she doubted cancer because it had been going on for so long, where usually they die. I never asked again.

Please let this be a lesson to all of us. Saving your chicken is not always best. If they are a little bit off, they are probably WAY off.

Anyway, this is the prelim, but cause of death is obvious. I’d still like to know what they think about Marek’s, and hopefully will learn in the final.

 

[BY Bob]

Bedtime

Well bedtime was very interesting. As you can see in this picture, they found the roost.

However, once there, they just peeped and peeped at the top of their lungs until I came over and moved them to my arm. Then they settled in and started grooming. After about 10 minutes they were settled on my arm for the night and Phyllis was roosted next to me on Maleficent's roost.

Of course, as much as I would have loved it, they needed to sleep in the coop. So I got up and put them in the nest box with the heat block. They snuggled under it and went to sleep.

After it was dark, I put Phyllis on the roost and locked them in. I expect I will be checking the camera all night.

Now we wait and see how things go in the morning.

 

[ChicoryBlue]

Thank you, AC. I actually moved her to a carrier with pine shavings right beside me, because when I shifted my weight, it made her drool more. I feared my thigh might be pressing on her crop. I periodically reached in, gently pet her, reminded her I loved her and I was right there. She continued to decline rapidly and passed beside me with her flock/tribe around her. She did flap violently right after she passed, as they often do. I feel like a coward, but I did my best to comfort her up until the end, and I might have been a bit traumatized if she flapped in my lap.

Seems to me you did really well. You recognized that you need to take care of both of you. It is possible her path toward passing was easier on the pine shavings, as you note. Given your videos and history with them, I don't think actually being on your lap was necessary to help her feel comforted at the end. When she was out and about being a chicken, doing chickeny things, she didn't need to be on your lap all the time, did she? You would speak to her, pet her, and that was fine, she probably acknowledged you and kept on her chicken mission. That's what chickens do, surround each other physically and audibly. So here you were close by and kept her company. You stood guard with her, so she felt safe. She felt your presence, heard your voice and felt your loving touch.