My standard partridge cochin was not able to walk. She was not maturing or growing. I am not sure what happened to her but she was always sitting. When they went outside the others walked all over her and that was when I noticed a problem. I brought her inside and for four weeks I gave her special food and vitamins, black molassis. She improved to the point where she could stand up on one leg but the other would not support her weight at all. This past week she hasn't even tried to stand she just sits. She seems happy and ate drank and pooped fine.
Today I decided to take her out to the run and see what she would do. When I saw her next to even her bantam brooder mates I realized she was not going to get better and ever live a sort of normal chicken life. The other chickens too felt her flappy wings was threatening and immediately tried to fight her.
Enough was enough.
I had to do it.
I did it badly. I thought I could bend and break her neck fast in a wringing but I just hurt her. So I had to use the hoe. I feel really really bad. Of course I was was attached to her and crying the whole time saying I was sorry. I am so sorry. I referred to her as brownie but I was trying not to name her or any of my chickens. I wanted to put her down quickly with love and respect. I am sure my neighbors think I am a farm hoe murderer crazy woman.
I know I did the right thing as far as she was not improving and looked like a three week old chick rather than a 9 week old. She had lived in the bathroom brooder for two months and I think that chickens need to not be alone.
Caroline
Today I decided to take her out to the run and see what she would do. When I saw her next to even her bantam brooder mates I realized she was not going to get better and ever live a sort of normal chicken life. The other chickens too felt her flappy wings was threatening and immediately tried to fight her.
Enough was enough.
I had to do it.
I did it badly. I thought I could bend and break her neck fast in a wringing but I just hurt her. So I had to use the hoe. I feel really really bad. Of course I was was attached to her and crying the whole time saying I was sorry. I am so sorry. I referred to her as brownie but I was trying not to name her or any of my chickens. I wanted to put her down quickly with love and respect. I am sure my neighbors think I am a farm hoe murderer crazy woman.
I know I did the right thing as far as she was not improving and looked like a three week old chick rather than a 9 week old. She had lived in the bathroom brooder for two months and I think that chickens need to not be alone.
Caroline