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And then there were thirteen

Sad news really. The poor chicken that had been in intensive care did not make it. Her prolapse just kept getting worse. After two days of honey and the Preparation H it was not better. In fact it was getting worse. She was not happy. On Sunday morning I went down to check on her and applied some more medication to in her vent. When I saw her she had re-prolapsed. I picked her up, turned her upside down and proceeded to apply the Prep-H. She was not happy and it seemed to hurt. That m ade me worry that she may have an egg forming and I was not sure that she would get it out. After applying the Prep-H she was put back and watched. Within about 20 seconds she prolapsed again. At that point I gave a big sigh and knew there was nothing we could do. It was a beautiful day out, sunny and 16. It was decided that it was nicer for her to spend her last day scratching with her flock instead of in a basement. We had chicken for dinner last night. Tim did the deed this time, and was very good at it. Being a drummer has benefits beyond the drum kit. Dinner was tiny but very good. thank you chookie!