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In the Brooder
UPDATE:
Day three of treatment, I felt like I was failing him. two weeks five days ago, I lost confidence in myself. I lost confidence in my ability. I lost confidence , and panic set in. The situation was getting much worse by the hour. all the time I was working on him, he never lost faith in me. but that didn't matter, I had lost faith in myself. I turned to BYC for help. The help I was looking for, didn't come in the form I thought it would. at the time, I was hoping someone would take the reins, and tell me what to do. hoping someone would tell me something new. something I hadn't tried. Then someone suggested something that, in my heart, I knew was the wrong course. knowing , if I had to take that step, it was a last ditch effort, that would ultimately end in failure. All my confidence came rushing back. I knew what I was doing was the only course to take, and that it would work. When my hands were tired and shaking, or my heart hurt from the looking of his foot, he would coo to me. little churrups and peeps. he would poke his head out of the towel and look at me. as if to say. you got this, don't quit. I trust you. The entire time I worked on him he never gave up on me. he rewarded me on day six by belting out a crow that came up from his heart. He knew I was going to save him. He knew I was going to save his foot. which is pretty incredible since I had to skin his leg from the spur down, stopping at the nails, during the three surgeries. chasing the infection.
This morning:
When I called him in to be checked he brought all his girls up to the house with him. here they are waiting patiently. ( please pardon the dog nose art. I wash the slider two times a week, and five minute later it looks like this.)
I opened the door for him, he churruped to his girls to say what I could only image was "stay put. I have to get my foot checked, and I will be right back out." He ran through the house, said hi to the dog, and hopped up onto the counter. before I had a towel in place.
I grabbed a towel, and my camera. I was delighted to find that he is healing so much better than I would have ever thought.
here is an updated photo of his injury.
as you can see the infection is gone. his foot is healing rapidly. the other exterior layer of flesh is peeling back on it's own to reveal a brand new foot. (there is a healing open wound under that skin that I treated with avian cut'n'heal after the photo). Before you ask, yes he is able to move his toes. Just minor small adjustments, at this point. Over several days, he has managed to tuck his pinky toe almost into line with the others. I have no doubt that he will regain most if not all mobility and function of his foot. especially since I was able to maintain the integrity of his tendons.
his thumb toe has remained and it too is returning to a normal healthy pink.
edited to add photos
Day three of treatment, I felt like I was failing him. two weeks five days ago, I lost confidence in myself. I lost confidence in my ability. I lost confidence , and panic set in. The situation was getting much worse by the hour. all the time I was working on him, he never lost faith in me. but that didn't matter, I had lost faith in myself. I turned to BYC for help. The help I was looking for, didn't come in the form I thought it would. at the time, I was hoping someone would take the reins, and tell me what to do. hoping someone would tell me something new. something I hadn't tried. Then someone suggested something that, in my heart, I knew was the wrong course. knowing , if I had to take that step, it was a last ditch effort, that would ultimately end in failure. All my confidence came rushing back. I knew what I was doing was the only course to take, and that it would work. When my hands were tired and shaking, or my heart hurt from the looking of his foot, he would coo to me. little churrups and peeps. he would poke his head out of the towel and look at me. as if to say. you got this, don't quit. I trust you. The entire time I worked on him he never gave up on me. he rewarded me on day six by belting out a crow that came up from his heart. He knew I was going to save him. He knew I was going to save his foot. which is pretty incredible since I had to skin his leg from the spur down, stopping at the nails, during the three surgeries. chasing the infection.
This morning:
When I called him in to be checked he brought all his girls up to the house with him. here they are waiting patiently. ( please pardon the dog nose art. I wash the slider two times a week, and five minute later it looks like this.)
I opened the door for him, he churruped to his girls to say what I could only image was "stay put. I have to get my foot checked, and I will be right back out." He ran through the house, said hi to the dog, and hopped up onto the counter. before I had a towel in place.
I grabbed a towel, and my camera. I was delighted to find that he is healing so much better than I would have ever thought.
here is an updated photo of his injury.
as you can see the infection is gone. his foot is healing rapidly. the other exterior layer of flesh is peeling back on it's own to reveal a brand new foot. (there is a healing open wound under that skin that I treated with avian cut'n'heal after the photo). Before you ask, yes he is able to move his toes. Just minor small adjustments, at this point. Over several days, he has managed to tuck his pinky toe almost into line with the others. I have no doubt that he will regain most if not all mobility and function of his foot. especially since I was able to maintain the integrity of his tendons.
his thumb toe has remained and it too is returning to a normal healthy pink.
edited to add photos
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