You gotta have faith

Well what a difference a week can make. Just a few days ago the vet was suggesting that little Sweetpea might be too ill to save.

But we tried anyway.

This week she’s gone from laying listlessly in my arms and taking her medicine without complaint to struggling to escape my cuddles and fighting beak and claw to avoid the medication. And I couldn’t be happier.

Last week when we got back from the vets I was really struggling with our decision to keep trying, I was worried that we had prolonged the inevitable and perhaps we were being cruel by keeping alive.

As the first couple of days passed these feelings got worse. She didn’t seem to be making any improvement and every morning I ran to the coop with trepidation, would she have survived the night?

But then one morning she was up and about, not moving much, but certainly an improvement.

Her comb has reddened and she’s certainly more lively and chatty. Today she’s out of the nightingale ward and back with the flock. (Queenie is chief nurse).

We aren’t out of the woods yet, but she’s doing so much better.

Sometimes you just have to give it time, have a little patience and trust that things will work out in the end. In the word’s of the legendary George Michael, you’ve gotta have faith.