Two of our baby chicks have become big strong cheeping bundles of fluff, roaming the upturned hollowed out stool that is their home. Lana is not doing so well.
She was the smallest of the three, and we thought that she was also the youngest, as chickens do grow at such an impressive rate that at times it is hard to imagine them once fitting into an egg.
She was always a bit wobbly and found standing difficult, but I think that as time has gone by, it looks like she is not going to make it. She moves between moments of jerky, playful excitement when being gently stroked to cold shallow breathing with eyes closed.
Got a panicky text from Gabi at work earlier today saying that she thought that she wasn't going to make it but Lana rallied and surprised us all.
The fact that she is still here at all is testiment to the love that Gabi has show her. We recycled a medical wound wash bottle to act as a pipette to drop water into her beak.
Gabi hard also sat making small crumbs of food and placing them into her mouth and then washing them down with a few drops of water.
Even though she's still with us, I will be surprised if she makes the night.
Lana! I hope that you get to sing your song in a better place.
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