This week she hasn't been so well.
I saw a few vets until I was happy with a vet that knew something about chickens. Calling the vet was encouraging. The vet asked for my surname, then the name of my chicken. He didn't ask for my name and just as he was about to hang up the phone, I asked how he knew I'd named my chicken. He replied that no one would spend money on a vet for a chicken they hadn't at least named...
Tonight the vet has decided to keep her in hospital - I can only afford one night, not the week he recommended...just this one visit and one night stay has already set me back $220, I'm not telling Mr Bok! and those boots I was lusting after will just have to wait until next Winter.
We met an abandoned kitten at the vet. SO want to take him home. Maybe we will if he doesn't find a home...he's only 6 weeks old.
As soon as the vet saw us he wrapped Astrid in a blanket. I just know she's in good hands...
The vet says she has an abscess that is jut one of those things, it's making breathing difficult and making her eye swell so that it can't open properly...he said she has 40% chance of surviving, it is silly to be so attached to a chicken so people say, I get lots of chicken soup comments from workmates but there you have it. She's a loved family member.
I hope she'll be ok.