I had to put down my favorite hen this morning
Marigold was one of the three original laying-age pullets I bought from the feed store last year. All three were wonderful friendly funny chickens, but I liked her best - even though she was the weirdest-looking, with her butt twisted to the side and some weird tail feathers and not entirely henlike hackles. (She's the rearmost one in the photo on my personal page). She was the best layer too, but I just liked her personality a whole lot.
She'd been having problems (of an internal laying - salpingitis sort) for some while, lately, but yesterday she was suddenly quite blown up and penguinlike, and quite unhappy. She was even more miserable this morning - she wanted to get out of the nest box, where she'd apparently spent the night, but was unable, and she just gave up and sat there with her head in the darkest corner. Since it was pretty clear what her problem was, and it isn't really a fixable or treatable thing, and she was suffering, I talked to her for a while and told her what a good chicken she is and then took her across the driveway to The Stump
She's buried at the top of the back hill now, under a honeysuckle bush, next to her sister Matilda who died of basically the same thing almost a year ago. (No more ISA Browns for me).
Now Maryanne is the only one left of the original three. We've moved her tractor over next to the "blonde chickens" run, so they can study each other thru the fence for the next week or so, and then I will try putting Maryanne in with them (a campine and two chantecler pullets, and a very henpecked and immature chantecler cockerel) and hope they can work something out.
So, goodbye to Marigold. She was a really good chicken, the best, and will be very much missed
Pat
Marigold was one of the three original laying-age pullets I bought from the feed store last year. All three were wonderful friendly funny chickens, but I liked her best - even though she was the weirdest-looking, with her butt twisted to the side and some weird tail feathers and not entirely henlike hackles. (She's the rearmost one in the photo on my personal page). She was the best layer too, but I just liked her personality a whole lot.
She'd been having problems (of an internal laying - salpingitis sort) for some while, lately, but yesterday she was suddenly quite blown up and penguinlike, and quite unhappy. She was even more miserable this morning - she wanted to get out of the nest box, where she'd apparently spent the night, but was unable, and she just gave up and sat there with her head in the darkest corner. Since it was pretty clear what her problem was, and it isn't really a fixable or treatable thing, and she was suffering, I talked to her for a while and told her what a good chicken she is and then took her across the driveway to The Stump
She's buried at the top of the back hill now, under a honeysuckle bush, next to her sister Matilda who died of basically the same thing almost a year ago. (No more ISA Browns for me).
Now Maryanne is the only one left of the original three. We've moved her tractor over next to the "blonde chickens" run, so they can study each other thru the fence for the next week or so, and then I will try putting Maryanne in with them (a campine and two chantecler pullets, and a very henpecked and immature chantecler cockerel) and hope they can work something out.
So, goodbye to Marigold. She was a really good chicken, the best, and will be very much missed
Pat
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