Fuzzy's Farm

[Chickenfan4life]

I was being facetious.

Oh, lol!

 

[MsBagawkbagawk]

haven't seen him in a long time now...

Anyway, Esdee died. Still, no poopy butt feathers, her crop felt like she had a good breakfast this morning after I let them out and left to go get the new cochin... I just got back home, and found her dead under the heat lamp in the garage... Thats the one you took a shine too Fuzzy, the pretty black faverolle. What could have killed her so quickly? I only noticed her not right last night...

I have no idea. Chickens are good at hiding their pain though, unfortunately.....

I am trying to be positive today. I found out last night that one of my wisdom teeth is breaking at the gum line.
Good news is that i had saved a bit from last check and had planned on saving some from the one coming, bad news is that was supposed to go for me buying a car Being a wisdom, and the type of break i'm assuming it will be considered impacted and have to be done surgically. Buh bye savings!

Eww, that sounds painful

So, huh, no chastity belts for chickens. Bummer!

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Thanks everyone- I have not yet figured out how to split into two people..almost, but not quite.
I think everything came to a head last night..no, not last night- the night before.

I witnessed my mom in the hands of a demon- literally. The pain she was suffering was too much for me to watch, nobody should suffer that. She was banging her head off the bed rail, eyes wild- begging someone to kill her. She was shaking and beyond screaming. It was scarier when she went silent. I had to demand- no, not demand..I had to become that calm serial-killer type psycho that causes serious fear by their demeanor- think Silence of the Lambs-to get a double dose of Dilauded for my mom. No longer would I accept "we have paged the doctor. We will page him again" as an answer. Mom had received Morphine at 7, so the answer had been "she cant have anything else until 1. It was 9 oclock.
Hannibal Lecter- I was Hannibal Lecter speaking to Clarise. I told them to CALL the doctors cellphone, not page. If they couldnt call the house doctor they were to start calling any doctor in which they had a cellphone number- or else I was going to start medicating my mother myself with every pill I had in my purse until she had relief. And believe it or not, that worked. They snapped into action. I argued with a couple jerko doctors who came shortly after she received her pain shot- that only brought the pain level to a less soul wretching level, not eliminated it. These jerks were there to stick a needle into my moms knee. They wouldnt numb it first. Because, "they do this to fifty patients a day'. My response?

"A serial killer starts shooting. They kill fifty people. Doesnt make it right. Over fifty dogs are euthanized each day- doesnt make it right. How many people died when the Twin Towers fell? Did it make it right? Your numbers mean nothing, You have numbers. I have MY MOTHER. Not Your Mother. MY mother."

Jerk #1 doctor- "She has received the same dosage of pain meds that people who get their leg cut off receive." Countered that with, "And their leg is gone then right? How about the ones who leg is chewed up by a grinder, or mangled in a wreck so it is just dangling? What do they receive? I dont care about numbers and doses= I am a result person. See her? Actually look at her. See the pain? I see her pain. I dont care what dosages you quote. She is suffering and you stand here with a giant syringe and tell me you are going to stick a large needle into her knee while she is already suffering. You can quote numbers all night long- it wont change what facts are in front of me. "

Jerk #2 doctor- "You can refuse this. You can refuse anything we offer to you. That is your right."
Me; " Oh, I know that game too. I refuse, then you dont do anything further. Dont pass go, do not collect 200 dollars. You dont fix her knee, her leg, because I refused to allow you to do the next step." Next thing, she is discharged for refusing medical treatment. Nice try."

Jerk 1: "Its not a game. We dont play games."
Me: I bet you could fit a bottle of topical Lidocaine in your pocket and use it to pacify the family members of the fifty patients you do this to every day. I have topical lidocaine at work. We all know it doesnt really do a **** thing- but at least it would make the people think you TRIED to not cause more suffering. Instead you come in and act like this.

So, in summary- they stuck that needle into my moms knee and made her scream and beg. And they pulled about thirty ccs of nasty out. Later on, a doctor came and said- the stuff was too thick to make it through their machines so they couldnt test or analyze it. So, they were going to take her to surgery- and wash it out. They did. They cleaned out her septic joint capsule and removed a bunch of scar tissue; told me they might have to repeat the surgery again on Friday.

I left Mom one of these nights- its a blur- to drive to another hospital, another ER- because Kayla was doubled over with appendicitis type pain. Six hours later, we found out it was not appendicitis. Dont know what it was, but it was not that. She is going to school today. First time all week. Doing much better.

I am going to work. I think I have no choice before I am replaced. I need to work tomorrow. We have a major inspection and they need me there. However, if my mom has surgery- I wont be there for the inspection. That is for our accrediation and my new med director and manager dont have a clue how to answer the questions. That one may indeed get me in trouble. NO contest though between work and advocating for my mom. She wins.

Miss you all much. I promise one day things will be more normal and I will be able to chit chat again.

You are so strong.

I feel less quiet, i've adjusted to what is going to be. Gotta stay positive, right?

I am mid process of making a series of life changes; the car is to be first, second is a different place to stay as the rent will be going up here, 3rd is the chicken coop. I am making a huge effort to be calm and rational, not get too stressed out. The old me would have been bawling, the new me is staying strong.

I am looking for a rent to own, or will be getting one of those trailerpark fixer-uppers for the temporary until i can find what i need. I may possibly be looking for a roomie, one who likes animals and is serious about finances! I want to get to a point where i can talk to a financial adviser and figure out what i can do with my piddly little bit. I have watched the shows and some of those on there are not far above my income and are doing so much better! So i need to learn about this area of life.
I already am being about as frugal as i can be, but know zilch about investing! DH has an aunt that will be able to retire at 40 because she has a financial adviser..................i won't be wanting to retire that early, but would be nice to not worry, right?
I am not leaving DH, there are reasons i don't want to stay at that apartment and he may take time to be comfortable leaving it. All in all, i wouldn't mind having a female friend close at hand anyway! I have this mental picture of having someone to bake with, sew with, talk to when i'm hanging with the birds.......... Probably be nothing like that but it sounds fun

eta that the actual first step was getting a "career" job, so i have completed something! Yay! baby steps
A lot of my "plan" for the next 5 years was mapped out while doing my evening walks, riding my bike to the chickens. 3 years i didn't work!
Was a lot for me to be still that long, took all 3 of them to find my inner voice again. So if you are in a tough spot, don't despair because sometimes things do take time!

Well, what a week. Temps are crazy. Got the dryer working. I put the new dryer cord on. I feel pretty darn handy. Yup... Only, kept blowing the curcuit. My friend Joe came yesterday with his wife and their grandkid, and he changed out the fuse from a 15 to a 30. I am in business! Clothes are clean and dry and SOFT! I think though, that I will probably hang clothes in the spring-fall months next year... Just not the towels. LOL.

Nice!

The Rooster's Fate

The two barred rock crossbred roosters are just days away from death, now. They are constantly fighting, and we don't have the money nor the resources, nor the time to build separate pens for each of them. I fear the worst will have to be done. They will have to die.

I really try to keep them apart as much as possible, watching them constantly, but, really, I cannot change them. They are starting to challenge us, now. Nothing can be done about their intense aggression. They may have to die here in the next day or two.

Sorry hun.

It's just what you have to do though. It's for the best. Death is something you've just got to learn to deal with though. Especially with chickens. Stuff happens, and you've got to do what you've got to do, even if it's not easy.

Trust me, there's going to be days when you want to stop, to give up completely. But you can't if you really care about it. You won't. One of the hardest things for me was when I found 3 suprise chicks in the barn. I left to get a brooder set up. 2 hours later I came back and they were all dead, except one. He was barely alive. He was crushed, and barely breathing. I thought about what I should do. I could put him out of his misery. Just pick him up, and snap his neck. Then he wouldn't suffer anymore. But I couldn't do it. I wasn't strong enough. I left him there. I came back the next day and he was dead. I don't know how long he suffered. It tormented me for days. He might have suffered for hours, and died in pain. I could have made it stop, but I didn't. I wanted to stop right then and there. Sell all my chickens. Doze the coop. Be done forever. But I didn't. And eventually I got over the chick. Things are going to be hard sometimes. You're going to have to do things that aren't easy. You're going to have to deal with the woulda, shoulda, couldas. But you've got to keep going. I wish you the best.

He is standing in this picture, but hunched up, totally freaked out by me and the camera.

Aww, he's cute, but I have no idea about his legs....

Ok my friends... I am going to hit the sack. I am feeling tired. My feet are tired. I am going to get up early and clean the coops out. I got a fresh bag of pine to put in them... Thinking I might get the heat lamps anchored over the waterers as well to keep them thawed.

And on a crap bad note, my uncle passed away about 9 pm. He was the last sibling still living on my dads side. He was the oldest brother, and he out lived his 3 brothers and his sister... Kidney and liver failure, and his age made him a non candidate for transplant. What was his age? 65...

So sorry for your loss.

 

[fuzzybutt love]

Chickenfan

It does hurt when you have to make the decision.

It is never easy, you just have to keep reminding yourself that it is what's best for them, the rooster himself and for the flock. You can't let what you feel get in the way of what makes them happy, sometimes. Sometimes you really can fix a bird, it's a fine line sometimes between helping and hurting. All i can say is that knowing the difference gets easier over time; i am still learning but getting there too.

In your case these roosters have gotten out of hand. They are hurting each other. Each day they wake up and are tense and worried because every day is a fight and struggle for them, and if they are attacking you they feel threatened by you as well. Not only that, they are competing for the hens, and since the boys are angry at each other they are probably not being so good to the hens. A rooster can and will damage a hen to the point that she dies! As much as it's hurting you to think about it, these birds are angry and scared, letting them go will end their suffering and make your hens safer.

 

[fuzzybutt love]

Nova, i re-found this article and added it to my notes https://sites.google.com/a/poultrypedia.com/poultrypedia/poultry-podiatry

It is very thorough and addresses the nutritional needs of both the chicks and the parents of the chicks, what kinds of problems the chicks can have and why; some things are treatable and they will show you how if something matches what you are seeing.

 

[NovaAman]

That is a kick butt link fuzzy. Very good find.

 

[fuzzybutt love]

lol. slept in, browsed here a bit, now off to chug some coffee and clean and play with some babies (my cocoa jr, I'm getting hooked)

It really is eerie though, first she started watching me. Not the usual chickie curiosity, that deep thoughtful stare my girl always did. Then a week ago she stopped playing to go lay in cocoa's last dust hole, the place she had her heart attack. All the other babies were running around happily and she just went over there and got all quiet and layed there...........i could not handle it so i got her out of there. I don't believe that way, but it was too close..... Idk, there are just things my girl did different than the others, cookie is like her mom but different, too. This one is a carbon copy. At first it was hard to deal with, but at the same time it's soothing. I'll never get her back, but she gave me a beautiful gift and i am cherishing her

 

[NovaAman]

Morning Robin, Piper.

Roger Jr started crowing this morning. Its a hoot. He sounds absolutely terrible!

 

[silver1313]

Since it's on the holidays, could you plan extra time with your relatives, Silver?

I wish but they are 1600 miles away our truck has to be fixed before it can pass inspection ( part of the delay getting there as well) and none of us has money .. although my sister is doing her best to find a way up for thanksgiving with her kids my dad and her other half ...

Nova I am sorry for your loss but it is good that he did not linger long .. my GG grandpa lingered too long with cancer .. and while I was very upset I could not travel down for the funeral I was happy for him that the fighting and being stuck in a body he could no longer use was over ...

and Chickenfan - Sorry about the roosters having to go but it is better than them incessantly fighting and harming each other ...

And I have a tiny problem .. my sister swears after looking at recent pics that tiny is a rooster not a hen ... now im worried not that I mind if she is a he but idk if my sister is just picking for fun and doesnt realize she has upset me or is serious ...

 

[NovaAman]

Good evening! Where is everyone this day? Must be getting ready for the long week coming up. I am not looking forward to it. I never look forward to thanksgiving. Everyone expects a big meal, and no one wants to clean up! LOL. Maybe this year I will get several of those pan turkeys. HEHE. Turkey loaf. Yup. LOL.

Anyway. Had Pat out in the grass for a while today. He was a bit freaked out for a bit, then started talking and walking around. It looks like his feet get stuck in his feathers.

 

[fuzzybutt love]

I wondered if his feathers were poking his feet when he took a step; If his front facing ones stick out, that has to be a bit tricky! Mine acted like theirs was bothering them so i trimmed them down a bit, but you are wanting to show, so.......... so you need deep litter and nice feet feathers.

I can't get anyone to answer back on the d'uccle thread, but i think someone mentioned doing monthly caster oil dips to soften feathers and keep them supple for shows? Idk how you would get the extra oil off though.........Maybie if the wood chips in the cage were deep they'd soak it up?