Hear you Stumpfarmer. Spend all weekend trying to sort out what to do with my sick chicken, then while I was on the phone with the lab in Puyallup, she died. So had to wash her in soapy water and put her in a gallon bag in the refridgerator. Going to take her all the way to Puy. tomorrow afternoon (oh, joy) for a necropsy. 4th lost this summer, so not sure if it's bad luck or something, well, bad. So going to find out. Mentally preparing myself for the worst and hoping it's 'just' mareks or 'just' viral bronchitis... either of which would be better than something I'd have to slaughter 'em all for so I can start 'clean' for my HRIR in Fall (lordy, that's comin' fast). Those of you that pray, may I ask for a blessing? Thank you.
Thanks Deborah for the blood sample supplies ( I know you read here sometimes) - seriously have no idea what I'd have done otherwise.
The lab tech said "oh, you should be able to pick up a few syringes and red vacuum tubes at your vet." Ha! Have they told the vets around here??? Bunch of unhelpful unuseful pains in the arse-keisters! Like it's a weird thing in a farming community to need to take a blood sample? I can get horse sized stuff at the feed store for Pete's sake. Oh, and the local feed store.... don't even get me started. What on earth do people do around here? Ignore it and hope it goes away I guess! Or spend 300$ on a chicken that dies anyway at the vet office, where there's an avian specialist (read, macaw, that sort of thing) on staff once a week and didn't return my calls last week... pheh.
Sorry. Needed to vent.
Went' to the fair. Scrupulously avoided the chickens. Wore clean clothes and freshly washed shoes, just in case... wouldn't have gone at all but had promised the kids the pony ride etc. The crazy things we do. Was fun, other than madly wondering what I was missing in the poultry barn!