Well, sad news in our house...
Dinner, Max's pet chicken, went to the great scratching ground in the sky.
Dinner as a Youngster |
She had been sick for over a month. I tried EVERYTHING to get her well.
(My family really thought I was nuts, believe me.) It was so strange. At first she started acting weak, then in a week or so acted like she'd hurt her foot. Then, a few weeks later both feet totally didn't work. My theory is that she had a genetic disorder where she was TOO GOOD of a layer (she would lay two eggs a day on average) and it leached all the calcium from her body. Even with me giving them enriched food, veggies, and oyster shell... I tried home remedies (spoon feeding yogurt, shredded apples, oats,) tetracycline just in case, vitamins. Her sisters didn't pick on her or bother her much. They were only a little jealous that she got to be spoon fed. I swear they have been singing a little dirge at night in her memory. Very sweet.
Cole Looking at Dinner |
R.I.P. Dinner the chicken