- Mar 13, 2010
- 22
- 3
- 22
She was the funniest little bird. She was a runt-y barred rock. I named her Rocky. When I first tried to integrate her into the flock, the other birds darn near killed her, so I nursed her back. A month later they did it again, and I nursed her back. Finally I was able to integrate her and her friend into the flock. She had the most personality - always talking to me with her funny voice. She'd run up to me in the yard for petting and she chased robins out of the veggie garden. What I like most was how she was always talking though. She was the best of my layers. An egg a day girl!
Yesterday she was sluggish and her comb was flopped over, grey and cold. I brought her into a separate cage in the garage. Her crop was distended and she was drinking and drinking. We kept her quiet and watched her for the day. She didn't seem too bad, but by midnight she started passing black liquid from her vent. We took her to a wonderful vet in Greeley. She had rocks in her crop that would require surgery. As well, she also had Egg Yolk Peritonitis. She was so uncomfortable and the chances of her survival were slim with treatment. I decided to euthanize her.
I've buried her in the garden where she really liked to tear up my mulch. I used to chase her out of there all the time. I planted one of the lilies from my mom's memorial to mark her spot (it's been a year of serious loss so far...).
Rocky and her buddy, Dot
My favorite chick-pic ever
The biggest layer was the smallest hen!
Yesterday she was sluggish and her comb was flopped over, grey and cold. I brought her into a separate cage in the garage. Her crop was distended and she was drinking and drinking. We kept her quiet and watched her for the day. She didn't seem too bad, but by midnight she started passing black liquid from her vent. We took her to a wonderful vet in Greeley. She had rocks in her crop that would require surgery. As well, she also had Egg Yolk Peritonitis. She was so uncomfortable and the chances of her survival were slim with treatment. I decided to euthanize her.
I've buried her in the garden where she really liked to tear up my mulch. I used to chase her out of there all the time. I planted one of the lilies from my mom's memorial to mark her spot (it's been a year of serious loss so far...).
Rocky and her buddy, Dot
My favorite chick-pic ever
The biggest layer was the smallest hen!
