My other weekend adventure:
Was bathing chickens for the show, and 'B' had been acting kinda droppy. Put up a heck of a fight at bathtime though, so I thought he'd be okay. Then on Saturday morning he was looking pitiful. So I put him in the pen with the older gals and hit the road.
Saturday night he was snuggled up with the older girls, looking just dandy. Pitched a fit when I wanted to examine him, so I decided he was fine again.
Sunday I walked around the coops to check on everyone, and noticed the older gals sand-bathing so strenuously that there were feet stuck straight up into the air. Then I realized the feet belonged to 'B', who was gasping and half-buried in sand. Uh oh. So I pulled him out of there and he leaped from my hands and proceded to bounce around the yard like a gigged frog.
I gathered him up and put him in a shady, grassy protected spot with some water. I figured he'd be a goner by the time we got home from our shopping expedition.
He wasn't. He was pacing back and forth, obviously wanting to get back to the old gals and let them bury him some more.
Examined him again. Can find nothing wrong. Other than that he's TIRED of being examined.
Shoved him into a Beaner brooder pod with an old gal for company while I continue to observe him. My current diagnoses is that he's a PITA.
Was bathing chickens for the show, and 'B' had been acting kinda droppy. Put up a heck of a fight at bathtime though, so I thought he'd be okay. Then on Saturday morning he was looking pitiful. So I put him in the pen with the older gals and hit the road.
Saturday night he was snuggled up with the older girls, looking just dandy. Pitched a fit when I wanted to examine him, so I decided he was fine again.
Sunday I walked around the coops to check on everyone, and noticed the older gals sand-bathing so strenuously that there were feet stuck straight up into the air. Then I realized the feet belonged to 'B', who was gasping and half-buried in sand. Uh oh. So I pulled him out of there and he leaped from my hands and proceded to bounce around the yard like a gigged frog.
I gathered him up and put him in a shady, grassy protected spot with some water. I figured he'd be a goner by the time we got home from our shopping expedition.
He wasn't. He was pacing back and forth, obviously wanting to get back to the old gals and let them bury him some more.
Examined him again. Can find nothing wrong. Other than that he's TIRED of being examined.
Shoved him into a Beaner brooder pod with an old gal for company while I continue to observe him. My current diagnoses is that he's a PITA.