Rooster With Badly Infected Wound! UPDATE: Spice died last night :*(

Okay, it is not pertinent to argue over what a wound is called. Most folks would not call a wound that is not on a foot bumblefoot. Bumblefoot MAY be a staph infection, but it can also be infections with OTHER germs. Without culture, you really do not know, but treating it as if it IS staph keeps everyone safe. Not all scabs are infected and abscessed. I am not convinced one way or the other about the scab where his spur is/was. The OP is in a much better position to determine whether that area appears infected or not. I have had roosters fight and lose spurs and guess what? They bleed, and the blood dries into a scab. Wound heals and scab falls off.

However, a bad case of bumblefoot can indeed cause massive swelling. Nevertheless, unless the swelling is concentrated around the spur site, I really think the other wound is the cause of concern.
 
hey guys, sorry i didn't get back to you earlier. Spice died last night. i'm not surprised. last night he was freezing cold despit being under the heatlamp. i wrapped him in a scrap of fleece and bunched the shavings around him to help keep him warm, but it didn't help. that's when i knew i just had to let him go. around midnight i think i crept downstairs to the basement to check on him. opening his cage, i stroked his head. i cupped his head gently in my hand. his breathing grew shallow. a last shuttering gasp and he was gone. i shook him slightly but i was shaking emptyness. i laid his head on a pillow of shavings and carefully closed the door, covering the cage with an old towel. i walked slowly up the steps, then paused. tears running silently down my face, i touched the three middle fingers to my heart, my lips and blew him one last good bye kiss. upstairs i looked at the clock. it was exactly midnight. i'm still not sure if it was a dream or not, but it comforts me to think he was not alone in the end. we buried him beside his brothers at the edge of the woods, shaded forever by the honeysuckle bush where sunlight dapples the ground in summer. and i named my new partridge rock chick Clove in Spice's honor because even though there are endings there are beginnings, too. that got me thinking: the world was supposed to end yesterday but we're still here. our world didn't end. his world did.

here's a short tribute to spice.
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here are pictures of dove and cloverleaf, who were killed by a dog only a week ago.

Dove
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Cloverleaf
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thier brother, Brook, who is still alive
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all of my precious boys together. i'm so glad i took this picture. now i can remember them as i always saw them, walking into the barn
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I am so sorry for your loss
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Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge...

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss someone very special to them; who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
 
At the Rainbow Bridge will be my reunion, with all my past freinds, furred and feathered. Know you did your best. These things are not your fault. It only hurts when you care. Pain is natures way of testing you for life. Without pain, your soul is unfeeling, and you are worse than dead. I bid you peace.
 
Sorry to hear about this. I know you and I exchanged PM's yesterday, and my hen passed away Sunday AM as well.
I was not there for her passing, but I am glad your roo wasn't alone at the end.
Let his legacy go on in your other birds!
 
thank you so much everyone. i've lost five of my original twelve this year and it's very hard for me. somehow Spice's passing seems more sad then the others which is strange considering how he used to attack me. but i always admired his spirit and when he was sick he changed so much and became closer to me. he once even jumped up on my lap when i was cleaning his cage! the transformation was amazing and i had hoped that if he recovered he would be friendly again forever. but i know that he's somewhere safe now lying in the sun beside his brothers and sisters and two nieces who passed to long before thier time, and the little chick last winter who never made it out of her shell. maybe my girl, Sugar, cares for her now, eternal broodyness just like she always wanted. And maybe my tiny, sweet, brave d'uccle, Wobble can playfight with Spice like she used to as a chick. And Wobble's two daughters, Bumble and Storm dustbathe beneath the spreading boughs of an ancient tree just like in a dream i once had after Storm's death. i know they live on in my other chickens, too. Sugar was just like Pamala, Wobble as noisy as Juniper is, Spice was just like little Clove. maybe Dove will turn up in one of the new chicks this summer, but for now he's content to be with his brothers away from the hurt of the world.
 

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