Update:
on Wednesday night I had decided that we needed to euthanize Indie the next day. When I got up Thursday morning she was acting as badly as she was on Wednesday night. She did get up a little bit, looked at me, clucked twice, then turned away with her face in the corner. It was almost as if she was saying OK, goodbye.
By the time I was ready to leave, I couldn’t find my keys. Not anywhere. I only have one car key so all four of us were desperately searching everywhere in the house. I knew the keys were not in the bathroom with the chicken, but I had to check there, so I peeked in and looked around. There was Indie, standing over her food bowl. She had eaten all of the meal worms off the top of her softened feed. When I gave her a few more, she slowly picked up those as well. So I told my husband, as he was driving me to work, to hold off on the chicken job until I got home and was able to reassess.
She hadn’t really eaten much more by the time I got home, but I put down some tomato and she ate it! That was about all she ate, but she ate. This morning she had a couple of grapes. And a few more meal worms. And a little more when I got home.
I’m still feeding her the baby bird food once a day, and then encouraging her to peck at something else. If I sit with her and encourage it, she will take some bites. And, of course, grit. My spring break starts today, so I have about nine days that I can concentrate on paying more attention to her. Encouraging her a little bit more... Hopefully it will make a difference!
Call at superstition, call itt providence… I think I lost my keys for a reason. I hope I lost my keys for a reason.
Last night I did the molasses flush, figuring what the heck? Unfortunately, her tail/vent feathers are so so dirty. I have to wash her daily. I’m not sure it’s even making a difference most of the time. I’m thinking I might just trim those feathers a little bit… She’s really puffy back there, feather-wise.
Right now, she’s in the run. There’s a great Big sunny spot, a place to dust bathe, and food and water (not that she’s eating it). The other girls are out in the chicken yard hunting for worms. It looks like she’s enjoying the sun anyway. But she’s definitely still one sick chick.