Well, Bridgette’s back in her hospital box. The other girls were just finding her wounds too irresistable, and I was going to be away all afternoon, so I though it better not to risk a full-fledged cannibalistic chicken feast.
She did mingle successfully for a few hours, and I think I’ll try to repeat the process for a bit each day while she recovers, so she doesn’t get blue. I might even go ahead with the hospital pen, since the weather’s supposed to finally cool down to highs in the low 90s.
This evening, I let her out in the courtyard by herself for about 20 minutes so she could scratch around and act like a chicken. She didn’t have too much enthusiasm until I dug her up half a dozen grubs, which she gobbled up with gusto and chased with some scratch.
Jennifer & her husband are coming by tomorrow morning to pick up the wheels I borrowed for the PBS thing and check out the portable electric fencing, and they’re going to look her over for me. He’s in veterinary research at Kansas State and she’s a former vet, too. It’s always nice to have access to pros. If you can ever say a dog attack has good timing, this one did–I’m glad it happened a couple days before they were due for a visit.
Tomorrow is Spinsters Club! My mom’s in town, so I probably won’t be able to really spin, but I do want to take her down there to see Alpacas of Wildcat Hollow. My mom’s an animal lover, and I’m sure she’ll fall all over herself for the adorableness.
Soooo sorry to hear about bridg… I know she’s in the very best of hands during her recovery. Stupid pet owners and their roaming dogs. Pretty sure I couldn’t take the emotional ups and downs of farming…
I love the idea of the paint-ball gun. Those things can cause bruises on people if shot close enough, so maybe it’ll scare/mark the dog. Good call.
Happy Hen thoughts coming Bridgette’s way. Glad you were able to catch it before anything worse happened.