I'm wishing every neighborhood had a chicken vet. I'm wishing you had one with you right there right now. These things often occur at inconvenient times like an abcessed tooth on the dentist's day off or a bladder infection at 2 AM Sunday morning. Oh for joyful and happy times to return quickly for everyone suffering tonight. Comfort prayers for you, Storm. Your tears are all the way to Mississippi now and streaming down my own face. I want to help you, but I know this is in the Lord's hands. He knows how much we love our babies. Should be a great comfort, but it's often hard for me to wrap my mind around it when I'm sad. Again, God bless you,
