A worrying time recently at Cluckingham Palace, little Gloria appeared a bit under the weather again, which I initially put down to another stuck egg, so the usual spa morning ensued.
Once she’d had her bath and blow dry she was back in with the others and seemed okay. However, when I went to collect the eggs she’d laid a lash egg (not an egg at all, but a passing of infected matter down the oviduct), a clear sign that all is not well. Luckily I’d had the foresight to register with a specialist avian vet in Sheffield, so Gloria went on a little adventure down the M1 to visit the new vet.
It wasn’t a great trip for either of us, a motorway journey with a chicken in the car (albeit in a cat carrier) isn’t the easiest and at the other end Gloria was prodded and poked, much to her annoyance (She got a couple of good pecks in as retaliation). Lots of medicine and a few pounds lighter we returned home. Hopefully this will cure my little hen. The vet thinks she’s been ill and masking it for quite a long time, which had allowed the infection to really take hold.
If you’re struggling, don’t hide it, reach out to people who love you and will support you through hard times, I promise it will help, you don’t have to go it alone.
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