Well, sad news in our house…
Dinner, Max’s pet chicken, went to the great scratching ground in the sky.
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| 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.
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| Cole Looking at Dinner |
R.I.P. Dinner the chicken
I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your much loved chicken. Your theory makes a lot of sense to me, especially after feeling the effects of pregnancy on my bones and teeth. I love her name, so cute and funny.