As I picked up my Box O’ Wine off the shelf tonight at HyVee, I was reminded of very often seeing Mom’s jug of Carlos Rossi or Mogan David on the bottom shelf of the fridge and thinking, why would she drink that stuff. Well, Mama, I get it now; I TOTALLY FREAKING GET IT.
I discovered her abdomen is really swollen. She might have an egg stuck in there. I gave her a warm bath and massaged it. She’s back in the “hospital” and just standing and panting and holding her wings away from her body.
I put about 1/2 tsp of mineral oil in her vent in case she’s having trouble passing an egg. Never thought I’d have to stick something up a chicken butt. There’s a new experience.
I’ve called several vets but either they don’t treat chickens, or were all booked up. I have to ask myself how much I can spend on a vet bill. I love Phoebe, but we make just enough to pay the bills and don’t have much extra. I feel terrible.
Phoebe is in my makeshift chicken hospital. The heat has been too much for her and she’s been panting for days. We’ve dunked her in cold water, fed her cold fruit and veggies, had a fan on her roost in the coop, but nothing has stopped the panting and holding her wings away from her body. It’s like her thermostat is stuck. After another restless night worrying about her, I brought her in and gave her electrolytes and her own food in case she’s been too weak to feed and hydrate herself properly. Hoping this will do the trick and get her back to her normal sassy self.