Chicken_Art by Bert ~:<)
Master of disguise
Karen points to her favorite Chicken
NASA got it wrong,.. It's the Chicken Nebula, not the EAGLE nebula.
Bert won the Olympic Ski Jumping championship that year
. Eighteen year old 2.5
was a beautiful white Homer, always so clean. .. So brilliant white
that she glowed.. She bathed nearly every day even at below 0 temps.
. . The evening of Oct 20,2021 when I went out to the aviary where 2.5 and her husband Newbie Modena lived, I found 2.5 resting on the sand floor, not up high in their nest box as usual. Why didn't she fly up?... I picked her up, she looked fine, but I immediately noticed a gurgling sound in her breathing. I could find no evidence of wounds, predators, struggle or any other cause, not a ruffled feather on her. Her husband was fine. I immediately rushed her to the emergency vet where they discovered a punctured air sac and broken collarbone, could not be reset. It's a mystery about what could have caused this to happen. . .
. . In a day or two she quickly fully recovered from the air sac puncture but the broken collarbone could not be reset. She would never fly again. ... Devastating because she and her husband Newbie had always enjoyed free flying but always stayed in our yard. They would fly to the house several times per day and requested for me to open the patio door for a few hours of indoor visits ... and then she'd come find me and lead me to the door for them to fly back out to their aviary. .. a daily routine for many years. . . She seemed quite depressed with not being able to fly anymore but eventually adapted when I built more ramps in the aviary to allow her to walk up to their nest. She then learned to walk to the house while her husband flew, BUT she could not hop up the 6 steps to the deck and patio door. . So, another ramp. . . Then she seemed happy again and resumed the daily house visits.
. . Feb 19th 2022, my neighbor called me and needed a ride. It took longer than expected and 2 hours later when I returned home I found her motionless upside down, her feet straight up, .. and in a pool of blood. ... While she was panicky and unsuccessfully struggling to right herself, it appears Newbie attempted to help turn her over but she couldn't move and he accidently pecked her eye, and she bled to death. I can't imagine her fear of first being helpless upside down, then the pain of her eye, then being aware of her desperate situation and ultimate death. . . The whole process taking but mere minutes. She was extremely healthy, happy, and robust, but old, so I knew her days were numbered and the end was expected. ... But the pain to me is the thought of the fear she must have experienced as she was laying there helpless and dying. . . A very undignified ending for a very dignified bird.
. . The next day I took her to be cremated. Her ashes will be buried at
my farm in a pet cemetery with my other pets who have passed over the
decades. On a hill overlooking a creek and our cabin there.
. . . . Her husband Newbie now seems lost. He doesn't know how to behave
without her. He seems to know she's gone forever, .. he no longer calls
to her. ... But he just keeps going in and out of their house, just
wandering around, constant pacing, confused, searching for a purpose in
life without her.
. . Sadness for everyone.