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I was ill prepared yesterday for such an emergency. I mistakenly thought that living in farm country, there would be local vets that would see and treat farm animals. Even my vet for my horses doesn't see chickens except to "administer antibiotics to their water". Duh, the directions are on the side of the box. I did find a vet that was wonderful and kind and patient with us. Unfortunately, it was a break above the knee (handle part of the drumstick where all the tendons are). This paralyzed his foot. Also, the break was one of those catastrophic bone explosions that birds are famous for. So the chance to save his leg became so very, very slim that we opted to end his suffering. We are devastated. I naively thought we would go in, the doc would throw a splint on him and we would be on our merry way with a gimpy bird. I was not prepared in any way to lose the flocks leader and mascot. We actually had him euthanized because neither of us could take care of him ourselves. (There were four birds in the flock like this, the rest... no big deal. Sick, but true. We all have our favorites.) Anyway, the doc helped us out and we buried our buddy under the flag pole in the yard and placed a couple very large rocks on top to keep the wild things out. And there he shall be. Forever. So today, we went to the coop to let everyone out for the day and we each grabbed a chicken and hugged it. Sorry, this is such a downer. Today is just a very, very sad day.
I was ill prepared yesterday for such an emergency. I mistakenly thought that living in farm country, there would be local vets that would see and treat farm animals. Even my vet for my horses doesn't see chickens except to "administer antibiotics to their water". Duh, the directions are on the side of the box. I did find a vet that was wonderful and kind and patient with us. Unfortunately, it was a break above the knee (handle part of the drumstick where all the tendons are). This paralyzed his foot. Also, the break was one of those catastrophic bone explosions that birds are famous for. So the chance to save his leg became so very, very slim that we opted to end his suffering. We are devastated. I naively thought we would go in, the doc would throw a splint on him and we would be on our merry way with a gimpy bird. I was not prepared in any way to lose the flocks leader and mascot. We actually had him euthanized because neither of us could take care of him ourselves. (There were four birds in the flock like this, the rest... no big deal. Sick, but true. We all have our favorites.) Anyway, the doc helped us out and we buried our buddy under the flag pole in the yard and placed a couple very large rocks on top to keep the wild things out. And there he shall be. Forever. So today, we went to the coop to let everyone out for the day and we each grabbed a chicken and hugged it. Sorry, this is such a downer. Today is just a very, very sad day.
I was ill prepared yesterday for such an emergency. I mistakenly thought that living in farm country, there would be local vets that would see and treat farm animals. Even my vet for my horses doesn't see chickens except to "administer antibiotics to their water". Duh, the directions are on the side of the box. I did find a vet that was wonderful and kind and patient with us. Unfortunately, it was a break above the knee (handle part of the drumstick where all the tendons are). This paralyzed his foot. Also, the break was one of those catastrophic bone explosions that birds are famous for. So the chance to save his leg became so very, very slim that we opted to end his suffering. We are devastated. I naively thought we would go in, the doc would throw a splint on him and we would be on our merry way with a gimpy bird. I was not prepared in any way to lose the flocks leader and mascot. We actually had him euthanized because neither of us could take care of him ourselves. (There were four birds in the flock like this, the rest... no big deal. Sick, but true. We all have our favorites.) Anyway, the doc helped us out and we buried our buddy under the flag pole in the yard and placed a couple very large rocks on top to keep the wild things out. And there he shall be. Forever. So today, we went to the coop to let everyone out for the day and we each grabbed a chicken and hugged it. Sorry, this is such a downer. Today is just a very, very sad day.