Today was terrible. I found something that described the symptoms of coccidosis roughly as “birds become listless, lose interest in food, then expire”. So they were sick, and I thought they were ok because I hadn’t seen any blood in their shit, the symptom I knew to look for. The last two probably didn’t need to die. Hell, only one or two “should” have died; I’m sure that they arrived sick, and the medicated feed wasn’t enough, wasn’t in time. Not at a week old. Very frustrating to realize.
Then, as I was carefully cleaning out their pen (urgent and essential when coccidosis appears), I tipped over a board and crushed two of them. One of them was fine, one was hurt. My favourite one, too, the most beautiful. I felt so terrible. He/she’s seems to have an appetite and energy still, but the pathetic limping around breaks my heart. You can’t tell how badly it hurts, when it’s a bird, so I don’t know if he/she’s got a broken leg, but it’s so painful to cause harm to another creature, even accidentally. Now he runs and hides behind the water fount when I come in the coop, and I feel awful. I hope he makes it, but maybe it’s worse to make him live in pain. I don’t know. I hope it’s a bird sprain, and he can bounce back because they’re growing so strongly. Continue reading Chick disaster