- Jul 11, 2011
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So I have a flock of 5 and added one silke a month ago which in retrospect was a mistake. I had no idea that adding one bird to the flock would make her a target. In hindsight it feels like such a stupid mistake- a true "What were you thinking?!" type of feeling. The guy I bought her from overcharged me and his coop and run were a disgrace. I should have walked away as soon as I saw it but I wanted the silkie and it was an hour drive. Once I got her home she was lethargic and sneezy. I inspected her further to find mites, lice and a couple open wounds. Also her toes looked like they had been broken or she was raised on a wire floor which I did not see when I transported her from his disgusting cat carrier to mine.
All this being said- she was instantly pecked bloody by the other hens. I seperated her not wanting her to infect the others, gave her medicine and electrolytes and dusted her with food grade DE daily. She roosted alone, slept all day but ate and drank water so I felt that there was hope. Then this morning when I woke up it looked like she had been in a fight but she had been alone all night. Her feathers were gone from her head, the wheezing was worse and there was bloody discharge from her eyes. I had enough and felt that it was an appropriate time to dispatch her which I did quickly and humanely.
I have not killed a chicken before and it feels bad. I know that by relieveing her suffering and allowing her to shed that fluffy coil she is in a better place but it has awoken a piece of me that asks why it was so hard and where my food comes from in general. Just feeling down from all this and hoped that there were some people on here that might help me to feel better.
With thanks,
Frank
All this being said- she was instantly pecked bloody by the other hens. I seperated her not wanting her to infect the others, gave her medicine and electrolytes and dusted her with food grade DE daily. She roosted alone, slept all day but ate and drank water so I felt that there was hope. Then this morning when I woke up it looked like she had been in a fight but she had been alone all night. Her feathers were gone from her head, the wheezing was worse and there was bloody discharge from her eyes. I had enough and felt that it was an appropriate time to dispatch her which I did quickly and humanely.
I have not killed a chicken before and it feels bad. I know that by relieveing her suffering and allowing her to shed that fluffy coil she is in a better place but it has awoken a piece of me that asks why it was so hard and where my food comes from in general. Just feeling down from all this and hoped that there were some people on here that might help me to feel better.
With thanks,
Frank
