Isaac, My 5 Year Old Delaware Rooster....Old Age is Closing In On The Big Guy (Long Story)

Tonight, temps are going back down to 11* or below, then on Thursday night, they will be worse, back into the single digits. This week is another dangerous one for Isaac. We put the extra large wire dog kennel into the basement bathroom where old Hawkeye spent his weeks of quarantine all those years ago. Though the basement isn't heated, it never goes below the 40's and we have put one of the oil fired radiant heaters in there for him. So, Big Ike will spend this week in our basement bathroom, sadly isolated, but at least, he won't be in danger of a second frostbite. I wasn't sure enough of where he was to leave him there, though he probably would have been fine. His poop is very dry from eating only Knockout grains so he has a bed of hay to sleep on. If Tiny wasn't the messiest pooper on the planet, I'd let her go down there with him for company, but I'm afraid she'd pick at him as usual and drive him nuts, or worse, pick at his feet.
 
Tonight, temps are going back down to 11* or below, then on Thursday night, they will be worse, back into the single digits. This week is another dangerous one for Isaac. We put the extra large wire dog kennel into the basement bathroom where old Hawkeye spent his weeks of quarantine all those years ago. Though the basement isn't heated, it never goes below the 40's and we have put one of the oil fired radiant heaters in there for him. So, Big Ike will spend this week in our basement bathroom, sadly isolated, but at least, he won't be in danger of a second frostbite. I wasn't sure enough of where he was to leave him there, though he probably would have been fine. His poop is very dry from eating only Knockout grains so he has a bed of hay to sleep on. If Tiny wasn't the messiest pooper on the planet, I'd let her go down there with him for company, but I'm afraid she'd pick at him as usual and drive him nuts, or worse, pick at his feet.
Poor fella.

I hate winter...
 
Poor fella.

I hate winter...
Amen.
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Interesting on the castor oil. I might have to try that for my 4 1/2 year old rooster, Moose. He's had a slight limp lately, though I think it's from his son taking over as leader of the flock. I have 2 sons from him, as I wanted to ensure I had a son of his - one is really spunky right now.
 
Thank you for those links. Now that he's actually seen his feet, friend doesn't think he has gout, at least not that he can tell, but he definitely has arthritis and we will get the castor oil and use that on his legs. Might even try on poor old Amanda, who is suffering more than anyone with old Arthur-itis, as my 92 yr old dad calls it.
 
I don't like cold winters that go below 20 degrees. I don't mind it until then. I can even enjoy a small snow once in awhile but deliver me from wind and cold together. I like to be outside too much to like that kind of weather. If I wrap up and can walk around comfortably , it is ok. It kills off some of the mosquitoes
. I really hate those things. In the mtns we also have some kind of thing that bites me and I get fevered from the bites. I never see it. Its not the chigger bites. This is much more poisonous to me. I have sooooooo been looking forward to getting back home.
My Mom lives near me here and is not doing as well. At 87 I am lucky to still have her. Her mind has been good until about 1 month ago. Now she is totally engulfed in her health. To the point of obcessiveness. She is scareinng herself crazy. And bless her heart driving me crazy too. Getting old is not easy esp. for someone who is use to working all the time, like her. She worked last summer in a very busy veg. mkt. here. I hope I live as long and well as she has done. Able to still be busy with my choice of life style. I am afraid if she continues like this with the almost hysteria over her health it will indeed cause her to have a stroke. She has been a strong minded person and it painful to watch a sudden decline.
 
I can sympathize...it's happening with my mother too and she is going through this transition point too...suddenly she is old and she knows it. She's none too happy about it, but handling it better than most. Still...it's hard to watch a strong, active woman go into decline and that sharp mind dim a little. Like watching your childhood drift away a piece at a time. The mom you always knew is changing and this is now the new normal....and it stinks. It really stinks.
 
Beekissed that is so true. I had poured her meds for her into the right hour slots. Two days later she had told my brother she thought they were wrong and had them poured out on the table. She will not come live with me. He is not able to get through to her either. Most of the times she is ok but now very quickly she changes to hysterical confusion. Its hard to manage it that way. If she had no memory I could get her to live with us and take her with me to the mtns. As is she will not live with me here or there.
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My dad will be 93 in June and thankfully, still have his mind. He lost a leg a few years ago to an aneurysm behind the knee which cut off circulation, but he keeps on trucking.

It's snowing with a vengeance here now and temps are dropping rapidly. Now, they say 10* tonight and maybe 7* Thursday night, but that is in the town of Mineral Bluff. I live 400 feet or so higher than the town limits. Could be back to near 0* again. About to go get Isaac and put him in the basement. Poor boy will be so confused.
 

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