
Over the last few years of owning chickens, I guess I have become known as the person to call with chicken questions. Yes, I know, I should expect it, especially when I refer to myself as Chicken Mama!
Yesterday I received a call from a friend that was looking after her daughter's chicken flock and assorted menagerie, including cats, dogs, bunnies and goats. One of the red sex link hens had been attacked by something a few days ago and they had guessed one of the little pigmy goats had been overly rambunctious with it. My friend wanted me to come and see whether or not we should "send the hen to chicken heaven". She didn't have any idea exactly where the chicken was injured other than a gash to its face, but she knew it couldn't stand up on its own.
I was greeted at the house by one of the several dogs, a couple of friendly kitties and then the pale, little chirping sounds of the wounded hen. She was in a large chicken cage flopping around and looked quite pitiful! There was food in the cage as well as water, but she didn't look like she had been able to maneuver well enough to get any of it. I carefully reached into the cage, slipped my hand under her rib cage and put my other hand on her back, then lifted her out into the sunshine. There were no chairs or boxes to sit on in the immediate vicinity, so I plopped onto the ground and started examining her.
First I checked her feet, then legs, then hip joints, all the while trying to feel if something was broken. I am embarrassed to admit that my experience with the bone structure is really "kitchen" based,i.e., I am a chef and more accustomed to dealing with chickens ready for the pot, if you know what I mean...dead.
The search of her legs didn't reveal anything, so I began checking the top of her wings, once again reflecting on all of the chicken wings I have eaten...and then lifted up her wings and examined the bottom side. Eureka! I found it! The right "elbow" was scabbed over but she couldn't move it. If she can't move her wing, she can't balance herself and she can't stand up. Ah Ha!
Now that the mystery was solved I commenced giving her sustenance. My friend filled a cup of water to the brim and I tipped it up to the chicken, lifting it up until her beak dipped into it. For the next 10 minutes she continued to dip her beak, tilt back her head (all chickens do this when they drink) and then dip back into the water. Before I gave her water she could barely keep her eyes open. I think she was really dehydrated.
Once she had gotten her fill of water I put her into a cat carrier with a towel bunched like a cat nest and then a bath towel rolled up. Onto this I set the chicken. It allowed her to be upright, not have to balance, and now she could eat. She chirped at me in approval. We filled a little egg carton torn down to 4 squares, and filled it with the feed. She was furiously pecking away at the feed and did until I left, a few minutes later.
I talked to her "mom" today and found out that she was able to stand up a little today to eat and was "talking" up a storm. It is always nice to be able to help!
Eastside Farm Greenhouse Construction Begins!Farmer Jeff has been dreaming of a greenhouse for several years. At first he thought he would place one near the front fence, then thought of putting one at the back of the yard. After walking back and forth from the garage, where our seedling come alive, to the back of the yard, the first location at the front made a lot more sense!
Over a year ago we bought "discarded" windows. Where do you buy these? At the city dump, of course! The scariest words that I ever hear from Farmer Jeff? "Guess what I bought at the dump"! Shudder...but I have to admit that he has never brought home something that we didn't use! Farmer Jeff has drawn up plans based on the windows he bought.
When the restaurant remodeled its "back area", the redwood fence paneling was pulled out and replaced with other fencing material. Farmer Jeff pounced on the redwood and brought it home in the truck before anyone else took it! We had talked about building a really nice dog house with redwood, but the greenhouse won out.
Today Farmer Jeff measured out the space, dug some foundation trenches and we went to buy the lumber. I felt very much like a cowboy/construction worker as I sashayed through the parking lot in my shorts, gardening hat, clogs and cell phone swinging from my hip ala six-shooter. I was tough. Let's add to this lovely outfit: gloves. Farmer Jeff had picked out a set of gloves for me to wear. They just happened to be thermal snow gloves. I really looked like a dork, but held on to the feeling that I looked cool. I just pray nobody snapped a picture!
More to come on the greenhouse!
Labels: greenhouse plans, injured chicken, Pigmy goats, Red Sex Links, Zin Restaurant