She slept a lot. She ate and drank what I put in her beak, but if it was too large a piece, she'd let it drop instead of trying to break it up. Her droppings were looking better, but the last one smelled bad. I think somehow her intestines got infected.
Before this happened, she had been sick twice, once after deworming early in the Spring, and then a sour crop. She hadn't regained all of her weight, even with extra protein, because she kept laying an egg every day, at 4 years old, even when we tried lengthening her roosting time in a dark room. I think she was a production breed. A short time before the attack, the others started pecking her away from the food. I didn't know if it was because I had been giving her protein feed with some yogurt separately, or if they were pushing her away for another reason. I was worried her crop problem was trying to come back, or some other problem, because they can sometimes tell those things and change behavior before we can.
I was learning how to clean as I was going along. It's important to really soak the wounds with saline or epsom salt water. I was having trouble with one trying to scab over, but the tear by the tail is the most likely suspect for external infection. It was just too much.
She and I had a special bond. People noticed it. They asked if I had hatched her, and was the first face she saw, but I didn't and wasn't. When she was young, I trained her some things without even using treats, she just liked me to pay attention to her, and always kept an eye on me. I'm at least glad I could say goodbye. I was looking at her, talking to her, because it comforted her, and she turned her head and opened both eyes at me and just looked right in mine, like she was saying something, then went back to sleep.
I was hoping she would pull through, but she wasn't in the best shape going into this, and this was the worst wound I've attempted on my own.
At least she didn't suffer too long.