So how do you take a chicken to the vet? Well I guess a normal person would use a pet crate or a cardboard box, but being the odd folks we are, I pulled out our chicken diaper and put it on her. Yes, we own a chicken diaper. The country kids like to bring a chicken or duck in on occasion to hang out or watch cartoons and well I am not one for poultry poo on the floor and furniture.
I am also not keen on poultry poo on my truck passenger seat, so on the diaper went, and off to the vet we headed. Of course, Grumpy Goldie called shotgun, since the littlest country kid had to be in his booster seat in the backseat. Seeing how she hadn’t been in a vehicle since she was brought home as a day old chick some five years ago, her “sea legs” were lacking. I had to stop very slow and take corners with ease so as not to have her flop off the seat.
On the way we had to stop to pick up laundry soap, and since I hadn’t had breakfast yet, I grabbed a bag of mini Kit Kats. Don’t judge, I needed sugar! I opened the package and set them in the cup holder so I could nibble them on the drive. As I went to start the truck back up, someone took it upon herself to investigate this addition to the front seat area. I guess she liked what she smelled/saw, because Grumpy Goldie stuck her beak in the bag and stole a mini Kit Kat!!! I had to wrestle it out of her beak before getting back on the road. A pet carrier was starting to look like a much better option!
Once we arrived at the vet, Grumpy Goldie was greeted like the celebrity she is. Bet you didn’t know she has appeared in not one but two UK publication! And she was in the photo that won us the 2015 Nutrena Chick Pic Photo contest. So of course it was only fitting that not only the vet staff but other clients fawned all over her. She took her celebrity appearance in style, accepting compliments and requests to pet her. I think she was relieved when we finally made it into the exam room. Being the center of attention can be draining, even for a chicken!
Little did she know, the “fun” was just beginning. You see, I had to take Grumpy Goldie to the vet because she laid a lash egg. A lash egg is an indicator that she had a raging “girly” infection. It was a rather gross thing to find in the coop, but at least it gave me a heads up to get her seen.
While there were no stirrups or little chicken gowns, she did have to suffer through the indignity of an exam. Even celebrities have to cooperate when it comes to the doctor! After viewing the lash egg and doing the exam, the vet said my diagnosis was spot on and that poor Grumpy Goldie’s girly parts were REALLY infected. But don’t fear, she gave us an antibiotic that should have Goldie right as rain.
During the exam, the vet had to trim some nasty bum feathers in order to get to Grumpy Goldie’s vent. After the exam, Goldie showed her displeasure of the whole event by acting as any diva would…. She flapped those poo encrusted feathers everywhere! The littlest country kid was none too amused by the feather shower. So maybe she didn’t wreck a hotel room like a rock star, but some poor vet tech was gonna have to clean all that up. *sigh* And that is what you get when you have a diva chicken.
Lucky for Grumpy Goldie, I was able to get her the medical attention she needed. Let’s just say, I am glad she now has a patient relationship with our vet and we will NOT have to take her back in if she needs more antibiotics. I think one Kit Kat stealing, diva flapping trip is enough for a life time, hers and mine!