So, I took Murdoch, one of my Barred Rocks, to the vet today. She'd been limping around for days, and I was worried that she'd broken her foot. Sure enough, she'd broken her foot and got an infection to boot. My poor mother thinks that I have officially gone coo-coo nuts for taking a chicken to a vet. "If it were me," she said, "I'd kill it and bury it far away from the rest of the chickens just in case she has something communicable." Well, let's just say that we'll have to sell a TON of her eggs to pay for the vet bill. I don't have any regrets, though. I bought her, so it's my responsibility to take care of her. I just wish that the vet would've informed me that the antibiotics would cost more than the rest of the visit combined.... Ah, well.
