I should have known the universe would never let me sleep in...
A few minutes later, Brett came back in looking worried. We had our first chicken injury! Our rooster, Henry, had a bleeding toe. And as chickens do, the girls were pecking at the wound and making it worse.
A few minutes of frenzied chicken-blog-reading later, we had a plan. We filled a small container with warm, soapy water; found the hydrogen peroxide; grabbed some clean disposable towels; donned gloves; and went off to catch a rooster.
|Not looking so cocky now, poor guy.|
We realized he'd gotten a lot of blood on his belly, and we were worried the hens would keep pecking at any red areas. So we gave him a little sponge bath to get him as clean as possible. Life lesson: we are not getting any more white chickens.
Once he was clean and dry, we needed a way to keep him safe but to let the hens back into the coop. We remembered that we still had a metal dog pen we used when Hermione was a puppy. Perfect! We set him up with some food and water where he could stay safely separate from the girls.
|Henry in chicken solitary confinement.|
Then we hung out in the coop for a bit to make sure the new arrangement was working out. After a few minutes everyone seemed to adjust to the new arrangement, and went happily about their own non-violent business.
We'll give him another cleaning this evening. Hopefully after a couple days of this, he'll be healed up enough to rejoin the ladies.
Whew! I guess we're real chicken parents now...