So for those of you who did not read the comments I left last night, I will now report on how last night's internal exam of a hen went.
It went fine.
The procedure did not appear to cause a great deal of discomfort to Annie who stood in the sink while I plumbed her depths. And I did not find an egg. From what I've read, if you can't feel an egg within two inches, you are not dealing with an egg bound chicken.
Honestly, I think that she, like her sister, may have been attacked by something. One of her wings looks a little funky and I noticed last night that underneath it, a lot of feathers appear to be missing. I'm certainly not a vet and I didn't do as thorough an examination as I should have but it's not easy to hold a chicken and examine under her wing by oneself. Again, I told her she was a brave, strong girl and I wrapped her up in the towel and took her back to the nest. I am starting to think that I am most likely causing her more stress by trying to "help" her than it's worth, especially since I am obviously not helping her at all.
She seemed fine this morning but still with the very swollen butt.
Darla and Violet are continuing their egg incubations. I caught another hen laying on top of Violet today, and indeed, there was another egg under her when I checked a little while ago. Two more under Darla too, and I took those. I'm keeping her to ten. I let Violet keep the three she's sitting on but I feel sort of bad because before she started brooding, I put two of her eggs under Darla, wanting another little bantam so Violet isn't sitting on any of her own eggs.
Again- here's a stupid human trying to assist a chicken who is doing exactly what chickens have been doing quite well on their own for six or seven thousand years.
I have not been very productive today. I met up with Jessie and Levon at a local farm-to-table place for lunch and between that and going to the library, it seems like my day just flew by without me getting much accomplished. It was grand fun, though.
Levon got a grilled cheese sandwich which he proclaimed to be gooder than macaroni and cheese. High praise indeed!
I had a salad with a crab cake on it and it would have been a healthy-ish lunch had I not used approximately three-quarters of a gallon of blue cheese dressing on it. Hey! It was ROSEMARY blue cheese dressing.
I swear, I have left all will power and the making of good, nutritional food choices fall by the wayside. I mean, I still eat good food, it's just that the form I eat it in is extremely questionable when it comes to fat and calories.
I do not know.
Moving on, when I got home I got out the garden cart, a shovel, and my pruners and went out front and dug up the Norfolk Island Pine that was my Christmas tree for all the years it could still fit into a pot but which froze down to the brown bone a few months ago. Into the cart that went. Then I dug up a briar vine with a root that looked like an alien life form and which, had it been a yam, would have fed a family of twenty-seven. I picked up some sticks in the front yard, added them to the cart along with the bamboo I've been kicking over, kicked a little more that's grown up in the last two days, pulled a few small invasive rice paper plants which are hard to see because they're surrounded by such thick invasive Crocosmia which I haven't even started pulling yet, and towed all of that to the burn pile. Although it was less than an hour of work I was sweating like a beast by the time I was done. It's back up into the eighties here but not yet into the nineties so I should be grateful.
My sweetheart will be home tomorrow. His time away has gone like a blink to me. Rather like a dream in which my days are far more formless and wandering without anyone else's schedule to consider. I do not have a demanding husband but he is another human with whom I share my life, my space and as such, his needs and wants must be considered which I am more than eager to do and yet, at the same time, having this time by myself is a sort of gift which I very much enjoy. I would feel completely different if I didn't know he was coming home when he's been away. I am vastly aware of that.