Sunday, April 21, 2013
...and this little chickie has leg problems
Here is a harsh reality about bringing so many animals into your life - statistics alone dictate that some are going to have problems. No venture is ever perfect, and while much is in your power to control (or at least try to control), some things simply are not. And some decisions are the hardest to make in the worst possible way, where you nearly will that the choice be made for you. Because making a difficult choice tends to lead to existential crises, particularly when death is involved. Is this animal suffering? I'm not a chicken, so how can I presume what suffering is for them? Am I culling out of convenience because spending so much of my time and energy each day on rehabilitation that I'm skeptical will work is draining my own reserves? Is it that I can't stand to watch perceived suffering, and it is actually my own emotional pain that I'm seeking to alleviate? These are my unanswered questions.
I'm quite indecisive by nature, but I have to say that farming has made me more confident in my decisions. Oftentimes, issues need to be dealt with right now, leaving little room for much except action based on instinct or common sense. But this isn't one of those moments either, so while I try various things, practice watchful waiting and observation, and ponder exactly what to do with this chickie, here are some resources I've found helpful of late:
-Splinting to correct spraddle leg and curly toe
-Curly toe and riboflavin deficiency (although I've read elsewhere that the problem may be a genetic inability to bind, and therefore absorb, riboflavin - in which case no amount of therapy is going to work).
Fingers and chickie toes crossed for a happy outcome.