Yes, another post about an ailing hen. But this time it's good news. It's healing. I'm so proud of my poultry tending skills, I may have just saved my son's pet from impending doom. And to do so, I have spent more time looking at a ruined chicken hoo-ha than I ever imagined possible. I have purchased ointments, creams and rinses to properly wash and treat the poor bird. I have left the pharmacy with enough hemorrhoid medications that the counter staff must wonder how I manage to sit down. But it has paid off!
While I cannot say with absolute certainty that she will survive, the prolapse is now gone. What once looked like a finger from a decomposing corpse sticking out of my chicken's ass has left and all we have now is a fairly normal looking behind.
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago