During the fox attack, when Barney was taken from us, Rusty was also injured.
She was left with wounds around her tail feather and bum. I could tell she wasn’t in a good way.
I kept an eye on her yesterday, half hoping she’d recover, half expecting her to die.
This morning, when we let them out, she was visbly worse and had suffered a full prolapse. I don’t know if it was the wounds or the shock that caused it, or a complete coincidence. But I knew I couldn’t leave her like that.
I called my local vet, Haydons Vetenary Centre in Bridport (http://www.haydonvets.com), and they fitted me in. They are fantastic there, I’ve been taking my cat there for years, but it’s the first time I’ve visited with a chicken.
Unfortunately it wasn’t good news for Rusty, the kindest thing was to put her to sleep. I said my goodbyes and left her there. It broke my heart. Many would say “it’s only a chicken”, but to me they are pets regardless of the type of animal.
I take them on to love them, care for them and give them the best life possible. They are my children.
Rusty was an ex-battery hen rescued and rehomed by Taylors Rehoming Centre in Dorchester (http://www.westdorsetrspca.org/taylors.htm). We got her and Violet ( known as the oven ready twins!) last October. In that time Rusty has had a fantastic retirement, laid an egg every day without fail, had a fantastic character and became my favourite girl.
I miss her already. But I know she had a good time here and I did what was best for her.