This Little Bird
April 1, 2008|Comments (none)
“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox…”
Lorelai, my favorite chick of the Beardsleys, is under the weather. Yesterday, Josh brought her inside and said she was all fluffed up, lethargic, and uninterested in food. Chickens are generally very healthy characters so we decided to baby our little Lorelai Beardsley. She sat on her daddy’s lap and slept through Seinfeld reruns while I prepared a hearty meal (I always prepare such a meal before Josh goes to the field). When I brough Josh his plate (breaded steak, cheddar squash casserole, shoepeg corn salad, and brussel sprouts), Lorelai perked up and nibbled some of the topping off of the squash. We were quite encouraged. Josh made her up a bed in the laundry room and there she stays.
I must admit that I’d hoped for a bit more improvement today. She seems utterly exhuasted and happily cuddles up to sleep on my lap. Internet research proved fruitless. I did find a brief mention that eating tall grass can make chickens feel funky and that feeding them a little yogurt can be helpful. She ate a tiny bit of plain yogurt from a spoon and promptly fell asleep. Any thoughts? I know that many of you have chooks/chickens/poultry at home. Have you ever encountered such a thing?
She’s back in her little box tonight — snuggled up and sleeping.