Praise God for Poops

After losing Ada Chickie Momma kicked into to Mother Hen mode and went a little cuckoo monitoring for any indication that any of the remaining flock members were off their normal routine. Olive was the one hen that showed a worrisome similarities so after a day or two of monitoring, including some Hallmark movie watching, Chickie Daddy took her into the vet for a checkup.

Prior to her appointment she spent some time she moved back into the house, making it clear that she was none too pleased being away from her food sisters. She got lots of cuddles from her parents terrified about what the diagnosis would be on an impromptu lunch at the house and then talked her way to the vet’s office.

She continued to talk throughout the entire appointment, trying to tell her doctor that her Chickie Momma had gone crazy and was relieved to hear that she only had to get blood work done. While waiting for the results and pacing on the examination table, Chickie Daddy allowed her some screen time to “look at her favorite person” putting the camera in selfie mode and letting her peck at the screen mirroring her actions.

The blood work came back in normal levels and thankfully, the vet assured the patient that she is a healthy hen: active, chatty, and pooping. Heeding the vet’s words, Olive pooped several times on the drive home in her carrier, making her driver think about burning the car down to the frame.