Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Etta

We always count - ALWAYS!!!!!!
 
WE ALWAYS COUNT...well, I thought David counted, he thought I counted...
 
We were heading to Willmar so David started putting the chickens back in the coop. There were probably 4 or 5 of them in. He was having trouble getting the rest because they looooooove scratching around in the woods...
 
 
 
I saw he was having problems, so I decided to help him. It took a while, but finally they were in. David decided to let the dogs out one more time before we left. We went about getting ready to leave and when David went to call them, they were pretty busy down by that tree! He called them and Amy and Nilla came, but Hemmingway, the naughty, naughty boy, looked up with a chicken in his mouth.
 
David yelled at him and went to rescue the chicken. There she laid with both legs in the air. I was sick!!!! It was Etta. David asked, "What should we do with her?" I said, "We need to bury her - WE'RE NOT GOING TO EAT HER!" He picked her up, her eye was closed. She looked pretty rough. And then, she opened and closed her beak a couple of times! She's ALIVE! We bought an eyedropper to give her water, washed her up and bandaged her neck. David sat with her by the fireplace until she was dry. We put her in a nest box for the night and said a prayer.
 

 
 
The next day, we put her out in the chicken run. Later that day she climbed back into the coop and in the nest box to lay an egg. We were amazed how well she did. She is still doing good, but does stick around the coop - I'm sure she doesn't want to tangle with those three muttsketeers again!!!!!!!!
 
 
 


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