Okay, down to 1. (The loneliest number...)
VERY strange thing happened with the 2 remaining hens. All of a sudden they went downhill, didn't beg much and got thin. Perhaps I should have fed them more often but they didn't seem hungry. They weren't as developed as the cock, didn't jump around or fly as much as him. One kept trying to fly but then falling. Then it started to have seizures...
I found it dead this morning in a position suggestive of seizure. The other two were quite perky and I thought perhaps they'll survive, so I fed them both the same amount until they were full. Took them to work, just checked them and the one with the bad leg was very weak and dying. I gave her an injection of calcium boroglutonate, as there wasn't any glucose to hand but that tends to give things a boost. Then a few minutes later in a warm, dark environment she was dead. The cock was bouncing around chirruping like he didn't really care...
Anyway, on the bright side, the remaining blackbird is doing very well. He flew onto a sheer wall and gripped the side, flapping his wings; he picks up mealworms and eats them with a little encouragement (he only just started doing that today, so I need to start feeding him natural food or he's just gonna think he can eat mealworms for the rest of his life...). I'm going to give him less vitamin supplement and no quail (I gave them some quail the other day, and my boss says falcons have been known to catch adenovirus from it. She thinks it might be that.) so perhaps he might have a chance. It'll be a lot easier with just him to look after...
If he does fledge that's still a 25% success rate. That's quite a lot higher than in the wild. If he doesn't...well, he had a better chance than before, not that it matters. If he doesn't fledge I suppose that was a waste of time, but for some reason it seems like it would have been wrong to not try and fledge them. Perhaps interfering with nature is a human instinct that is totally illogical but impossible to fight, and this is the reason why we're such a destructive species.
VERY strange thing happened with the 2 remaining hens. All of a sudden they went downhill, didn't beg much and got thin. Perhaps I should have fed them more often but they didn't seem hungry. They weren't as developed as the cock, didn't jump around or fly as much as him. One kept trying to fly but then falling. Then it started to have seizures...
I found it dead this morning in a position suggestive of seizure. The other two were quite perky and I thought perhaps they'll survive, so I fed them both the same amount until they were full. Took them to work, just checked them and the one with the bad leg was very weak and dying. I gave her an injection of calcium boroglutonate, as there wasn't any glucose to hand but that tends to give things a boost. Then a few minutes later in a warm, dark environment she was dead. The cock was bouncing around chirruping like he didn't really care...
Anyway, on the bright side, the remaining blackbird is doing very well. He flew onto a sheer wall and gripped the side, flapping his wings; he picks up mealworms and eats them with a little encouragement (he only just started doing that today, so I need to start feeding him natural food or he's just gonna think he can eat mealworms for the rest of his life...). I'm going to give him less vitamin supplement and no quail (I gave them some quail the other day, and my boss says falcons have been known to catch adenovirus from it. She thinks it might be that.) so perhaps he might have a chance. It'll be a lot easier with just him to look after...
If he does fledge that's still a 25% success rate. That's quite a lot higher than in the wild. If he doesn't...well, he had a better chance than before, not that it matters. If he doesn't fledge I suppose that was a waste of time, but for some reason it seems like it would have been wrong to not try and fledge them. Perhaps interfering with nature is a human instinct that is totally illogical but impossible to fight, and this is the reason why we're such a destructive species.