Tuesday, February 21, 2012

What a weekend

In the last blog, you read about how mamma cat lot her tail, well, Saturday, as we were finishing up chores for the night, we noticed one of our hens (one from our very first batch of chickens, so she was six years old) was just sitting on the ramp leading into the coop.
It was the hen that's had the problem with her crop for the past two years; her crop would get big, filled with yuck, as if her crop wasn't processing the food right and instead of heading to her stomach it'd just stay in the crop.
For a while we thought maybe it was sour crop, but we're still not sure if it was...anyways, the past two months her crop had doubled in size-getting so big for so long she'd scratched off all the feathers because she kept tripping over it, and she had dropped weight. We tried holding her upside down and massaging her crop; like we read to do for a sour crop, but it never helped, so we gave up long ago on that idea.
So, Samantha was coming back from feeding the ducks and scanned the flashlight on her, and said she that the hen was bleeding a little; a few drops of blood on her foot. After she set the duck eggs down, I took the flash light and Samantha picked the hen up....turns out, she didn't just scratch herself, she had cut her crop open and the meat/crop bag/something, was pushing through the slit...the hen looked so miserable...so we made the decision to get dad and have him put her down for us. 

Farming is never easy and you never get use to making life or death decisions, but one thing that's for sure is the more you're around your animals and care for them, the quicker you can and less guilt you feel when you do have to make a hard decisions.
 
Gabrielle W.
"The Lord directs the steps of a christian. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand." Psalms 37:23-24

2 comments:

  1. It's always so sad when something like that happens, even when you expect it to happen on a farm. It still hurts. I still feel sad when we take the meat birds, even though I hate them by that time, I still hate the idea. :(
    But now you guys don't have to worry about her anymore. Many Blessings. Hope to see you soon. <3's
    ~*Caity*~

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  2. I agree; living on a farm you do have to learn to expect the unexpected.
    And I too, agree with feeling bad about taking the meat birds to be processed. But I love chicken-pot pie, dumplings, fried, grilled.
    I treat my meat birds like pets until it's their time. And knowing what went in them, and that they felt the sun and wind on their faces and grass on their feet makes me happy to raise them, because either way, I'm going to eat chicken.

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