Today I got the call that I knew had to come. I have been dreading her having any problems related to her "fowl" duties.
But sure enough, while I was perusing Kroger's grocery store, looking for stuff for dinner, my cell phone rang. A
It seems that Bart had somehow gotten injured, and his entire chest was covered in blood. And if you know anything about chickens, you know that the rest of them will 'happily' peck him to death, if he is bleeding.
We went over all the different scenarios that might work. Unfortunately, the coop is one room, and there is no place to separate a wounded chicken. That's going to change this year, I promise you.
Finally, she suggested that she call our Wildlife Control guy, who lives nearby. He has successfully rehomed a few skunks for me.
Then it hit me........my vet has taken care of some strange animals, even an iguana. Why not a rooster???
Lois just called me, in her car, on the way to the vet, with Bart in a crate in the back.
Probably crowing all the way.
Lois's first book may be called "Hit by a
Hoping Black Bart is ok. We'll keep you posted.
I better get home.