Today we took Piper’s last kit away from her and put her in with her two sisters. By leaving her in with her Mama for the extra few days she was able to not have to compete for food and almost caught up in size to the other girls. You can barely tell which one she is now. She is just a little leaner around the low back and thighs, but she is just as long as the others. By the time they are twelve weeks old I think she will have caught up completely. Her sisters welcomed her into the cage with much in the way of bunny kisses, chinning, and ear grooming.
One of the boys is so friendly. He comes right over to the cage door to be picked up. The others will still scamper away when you try to pick them up, but once you do are pretty docile. It’s hard to believe that in three weeks or so it’ll be butchering time. I am a little teary about that, but it is what it is, and the whole point of this was to raise our own meat. Plus there should be new kits being born right around then, so that will give me something to help take my mind off it.
Our cages still have not come. I’m trying not to be annoyed about it, but it’s been 15 days since the original order. And it’s been 7 days since they contacted us saying it would be 5 to 7 days. They haven’t sent us a tracking number. If they don’t arrive early enough on Monday, there won’t be time to put them up before the husband leaves for Alaska. I am not very mechanically inclined. The whole point of ordering them when we did was so that they’d get here in time for the husband to put them together before he had to go back to work. I know these are supposed to be the premier rabbit equipment suppliers on the web, but I have to say I am less than impressed with their customer service or ability to fill their orders in a timely manner.
The husband is going to call on Monday and see what the status is. Well, he’s going to try to call tomorrow, but they may not be open on a Sunday, so it’ll probably be Monday.
Queen’s status remains unchanged. She is pooping, but she’s not eating or at least the feed appears untouched. And we had to dunk her beak to get her to drink water. She hasn’t laid an egg all week. She is lifting her head up and has both eyes open (only one was open before), but she’s not supporting her weight on one leg and one of her wings is kind of floppy. Can a chicken have a stroke? Chicken mentor at the feed store doesn’t seem to know what is wrong with her, so it remains a waiting game. If she doesn’t eat in the next 48 hours, we’re looking at putting her out of her misery. I don’t want to have to do that, but I don’t want her to suffer much longer, either. The final call is Mom’s as Queen is one of her birds, but she is leaning that way.
Patricia is upset that Queen is missing from the flock. She keeps looking for her. I think I’ll take her in the garage tomorrow for a visit. And if Queen has to be put down, we’ll show Patricia the body so she knows. We had to do that with Kyri when Navi died. She was fine after she knew. I tell you, these chickens are as intelligent as dogs. The old insult of bird brain does not hold the water that it used to.
It is still raining so there hasn’t been any garden work today. It’s supposed to be dry on Monday and Tuesday so hopefully we can get some stuff done then. I’d like to finish weeding and plant the onions, scallions, leeks, and snow peas. May is almost here. I am ready to get my hands in the dirt.