Today I learned how to perform an emergency backyard chicken surgery. Turns out all you need is a sanitized exacto, super glue, a self-sticking dog bandage and a friend to help. (This continues this weeks theme of somewhat depressing animal posts).
Above you can see poor Jerk Chicken standing next to the horrible that we removed from her crop. I also learned that Jerk is either very tough or possibly does not have a ton of nerve endings in her crop.
It all seems a bit barbaric but we had reached the point where she was guaranteed to die if we did nothing. Hopefully this gives her a chance to keep making pretty eggs and spitefully escaping the chicken yard.
Good luck my dear.
I also learned that I am now too fat for most of my fancy clothes. lovely. I need more fresh air and less stress.
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