Well, my sickie chickie is all better and back with her flock this morning.
I have no idea what was wrong with her.
OK actually I witnessed her recovery and I know exactly what made her better but I have no idea what was wrong with her...
...because I have no idea what I actually witnessed.
Here is a picture of some beautiful spring grape hyacinths, because you should have a little warning before the rest of this blog post loads on your screen: this is disgusting. I'm totally posting a blog today about something bizarre, weird, beyond words, and dis-GUS-ting. So be forewarned, and stop reading here if you just wanted to know that the chicken is fine.
Because she is.
Ssssssssssssssssoooooooooooo... too curious for your own good, huh? You can't un-see this, I'm telling you, this is so gross. But you're still reading, so here's what happened last night:
Last night after dinner I took some cooked rice out to our patient and she inhaled it. Encouraged by her appetite, I brought out more rice and let her have as much as she wanted, which ended up being about three tablespoons or so. I then went back inside and finished doing the dishes. Just before bedtime I went to check on her one last time and noticed that it looked as though her leg was sticking out from her side at an unnatural angle. The closer I looked at what was sticking out from underneath her, the less it made sense; there was a fleshy lump, covered in goosebumpy-skin without feathers, slightly moist looking and a little too smooth to be her leg.
So of course I had to reach in and poke it.
And it rolled out from underneath her, completely independent of her body.
Here is what I ended up taking out of her cage last night:
Ummmm, what the HECK is this thing?! I have no idea. I have no idea.
It had the look and feel of a cooked piece of chicken, and it most definitely wasn't there earlier in the day.
You know I had to cut it open and see what the eff.
My best guess is this is some kind of distorted, morphed, long-gone-wrong egg that she's been plugged up by and she finally purged it last night, ultimately leading to her feeling way better.
I want to know for sure though, because this thing haunts me. Vom. So I've put in a call to the Texas A&M poultry extension office. I'm hoping I'll get a hold of someone curious enough to give me their e-mail address so I can send off these pics and get an expert opinion.
Because really, what the flock?!
Also, you're welcome. Enjoy your breakfast this morning.
Post edit: I have finally figured out that this thing is called a 'lash egg' and is basically a concentrated ball of puss and debris that can be a result of a variety of ailments, but they're usually all pretty terminal. This chicken relapsed a few months later and did not recover.