Today as I was admiring my flock of chickens I noticed one of the girls had a bit of a pasty hiney.
Oh boy I thought, I gotta look at that poor chicken’s butt. So I caught her and carried her to the garden to have a look.
Her little bottom was covered with chicken sh*! and there’s more. Lots more.
Her insides were NOT on the inside. They were dripping out of her poopy hole. Yes, they were.
Cripes. I didn’t know what to do for her. Call a vet? Have chicken for dinner? It was a bit much. So I put her back in the coop and went inside to look in my chicken book for an answer.
But, my book didn’t say anything about a chicken with it’s guts hanging out of its pooper shooter. So, I waited until Clay came home so I could Google….like any good chicken owner would do.
Within minutes, I discover my little Buff Orpington had a prolapsed colon and the quick fix was to put some honey on the spot and shove it back inside. So, I went back out to the coop and with the assistance of Clay I cleaned her up with some warm water, slathered honey on her protruding colon and spoinked it back in where it belongs. I was wearing rubber gloves, if that helps your mental picture. I put her in isolation and hopefully she will be okay.
Now, who wants some cherry pie? Huh? Anyone? No? Not hungry? Okay, more for me.
BTW, that cookbook is one of my favorites and that pie was amazing!