So once I'd washed and dressed I went out to look at Anna and found more than just a bit of blood on her. It was very clear to me that she had suffered a prolapse, so I found a large cardboard box, which we had, luckily, and put her in it and made an appointment to see the vet, who not surprisingly, thought it best to put her down. He could have pushed everything back inside, but the next egg would have pushed it all out again. It seems a sad end to a lovely young chicken's life. It was only six or seven weeks ago that we joyfully brought Anna and Bella home.
|Anna in typical hunched sick chicken pose.|