....some sort of farm animal recouperating in the living room. Now, would it?
I found this little lass huddled up in the bottom of the coop this afternoon when I did the rounds. Seems she'd been picked on and her comb was bleeding. She's not putting any weight on one foot, so I'm thinking a chicken splint of some sort may be in order. However, she did eat a little and drank quite a bit. She's currently in this old box in front of the wood stove warming up. I have some hope for her, as she's perked up a little since she came in, but she's still pretty peaky looking to me.
We'll have to see how it goes.
When I found her in the coop, I considered just leaving her be, and letting nature take it's course. Frankly, I was kind of surprised at myself. Seems I've been looking too much at the "big picture" lately, and not attending the little things, because if I was, I wouldn't have hesitated.
She's under my care, after all. My responsibility.
Seems I may be a little out of practice with compassion.
Well, time to flex those "muscles" again. Winter makes me want to hibernate--in more ways than one. But I think that with this little girl's help, maybe I can pull out of it. And I can pull her through as well.
That'd be my hope. Maybe we'll pull each other through.