Looks like the chick I injured is going to make it. I’m very happy, and my guilt is diminished a little. He/she limps, but the limp is improving. And there’s been no more death, so I hope that I can keep all these alive now, protected from predators and illness and untoward events until they can take care of themselves.
They’re not out of the woods, though. I went in this morning and one was lying on its side in the “death’s door” posture. But he had some fight in him, so I held him to the food trough, since the only meds I’ve got are in the food, and they need to keep getting it in them. I just cupped him in place, and he ate. And ate and ate and ate, then he stood by himself, fell asleep standing, and was bouncing among the others by the time I had their box cleaned. Continue reading Picking up cute chicks
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