Tuesday night~ Puking my guts out every two hours. I will add as this point it had nothing to do with Tuesday. Dad was sick last Sunday, Mom got it on Monday, now it's my turn...
Wednesday~ Sick as a dog, I swear. The whole body cramps make my clothes feel like they're made of sandpaper. It took me THREE trys to get out of bed. When I did get out to take care of everybody I looked in the chicken yard and see a white mass of feathers in the mud. Which I quickly identify as a dead chicken. I will try to reproduce my thoughts as they happened...
"Oh no, it's Shawn! What happened??"
"Wait there's Shawn over there" relief immediately followed by heartbreak
"Is it?" Sees the broken fence to Apollo's yard
"It's Apollo?!?"
"No!"
I climbed over the fence and went to pick him up. When I touched him I was shocked he was still breathing. He's on his back and covered in mud only his belly is still white, his face is covered in blood. I take him out and put him on the grass, he can't hold his head up or stand but he's moving his legs and trying.
So I take him into the house and wash him off in the tub. He's steadily getting stronger. I take stock, he's still got both his eyes although he's squinting on one side it doesn't look too damaged. His comb is ripped up and there's blood everywhere but miraculously he doesn't seem to have any serious injuries.
By the time he's dried off he's preening himself and crowing!
Phew! Close close call, he's going to be ok. I have triple antibiotic ointment for his eye and stuff for his comb. He's really going to be ok.
I still feel horrible but at least he's going to be okay.
End Part One ~just wait my week gets better~ note the irony here.
1 comment:
Oh man Jenny, my heart broke to read that. Im SOO glad he's okay. Dont worry about this weekend. If it gets down to it i will go along with the plan to enlarge your coop and fence space. ;)
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