Maybe so, Mary. I'm just very down today. I'm sure she got hold of something out on range, or as sure as I can be. Who am I kidding? I have no idea. That group, Hector's group and Atlas's group are the ones that get to run the property more than any other so they have more opportunity to grab something bad, though I'm not really sure what it could have been. They cannot get to compost at all. Maybe she ate some dead, decaying thing that the cat left, who knows? I can't see how that would do this but I don't know. Some days, I think I know nothing at all, or they're trying to make a fool of me.
She is really losing all interest in any food now; I mean the mush I've been giving her, the soft egg mixed with soupy yogurt. Today, I grabbed an old jar of my dad's chopped up canned unsweetened apples, which are super mushy and fairly tasteless and mashed them up into sauce, added a little cinnamon and ginger. She tasted them, but won't eat them. Tom massaged and massaged her crop, pushing the stuff back toward the proventriculus, and she would moan and moan every time he did it. Poor, sweet thing, it makes me want to cry.