So, the new girls arrived yesterday morning, they were rescued by a lovely family back in May, but complaints from the neighbours necessitated a rehome, so Karhen, Cruella de Quill and Yolko Oh No (collectively “the littles” because they are much smaller than my older girls) have come to live with us.
The girls are already fully feathered and beautifully tame, they are a joy to be around and have been looked after so well. So you can imagine my concern when Karhen (the small dark chicken, and already my favourite) emerged from the coop this morning with a still full crop.
Chickens fill their crop with food and small stones during the day then over night the food is ground down and digested. A full crop in the morning is a sign that all is not well.
I sat Karhen on my knee and checked her over, she was more than happy to let me poke and prod whilst she sat patiently, if slightly bemused about what was happening.
I think with the change of environment and an acre of woods to explore she’s overdone it on eating grass. Literally bitten off more than she can chew!
Its something I do too, get overenthusiastic about a goal or a project, agree to take things on and then find i just can’t fit it all in. It’s time like these that I prescribe myself the same treatment as I have for Karhen. Which is some quiet time in the run with my nearest and dearest just relaxing and being at peace.
Everything else can wait, and people will understand if you have to take some time out. When you’re feeling overwhelmed it’s okay to stop, say enough, and take some time to heal yourself. It’s what Karhen and I are both doing this weekend.
Chicken Nuggets 