Breac's journal about life in and out of her coop. Starring Chickens, turkeys, and the occasional goose.
One thing after another...
I haven't been feeling to great since Milton disappeared. I keep thinking that somehow, I'll find him alive and well, even though I know that's impossible by now. He was just so small and helpless, and I can't help but feel bad.
Burby's doing fine, and he's out with the others. We locked King up though.
Agnes, the Toulouse, is hanging around with Tom's chickens instead of with the other geese. Talk about an odd bird.
Jenny has a beak infection. I had an opportunity to take her home and I blew it, and I don;t know why. Dad says she can come home if her beak gets worse, but I really don't want that to happen. Whatever it is, I hope it's curable.
Here's what happened: When I was bringing water down to the Turks, Dad went in to look for eggs, and what do you know, Jenny wanted to be petted. That surprised both of us since the turkeys haven't wanted to be held or touched in a while. When Dad finished petting her, I picked her up and set her on my lap so I could pet her. That's when I noticed two huge black swellings on her beak. One on the upper jaw, and one on the lower. The lower one was worse. They were like giant scabs, hard and crusty. They were hot to the touch, and Jenny was drooling a bit. There were little scab-things on her carbuncle too. To tell the truth, they first appeared a short while ago when I first saw her sitting. Back then, they just looked like little scabs, and I though that maybe she'd been bitten by mosquitoes, or maybe she'd bumped into something. But they've gotten worse. I tried putting some antibiotic on it, but Jenny squirmed so much that I couldn't get any on. She squealed too. They must really hurt her. I've decided. The next time we go out, Jenny's coming home.