Hi
My bossy, bolshy hen Barbara was very quiet when I went to see them this morning, usually first in line for any hand-outs she was not doing her usual pogoing to get at the bag.
At lunch time she was standing along from the other two, closing her eyes with her feathers fluffed up, very worrying.
In the afternoon I took them a big tub of grass cuttings with dried mealworms and slugs mixed in - her absolute favourite thing and she just picked at it.
Then as I was sitting watching I saw her pass something that was def not poo. I went to have a look at it was pinky brown and looked like a squeezed out egg shell. Only had a quick look as Dorothy then ran off with it....urggh.
Before I left she had perked up and was doing the usual door racing up and down with the other two as I went to see them.
Was it eggshell do you think, and what went wrong. Poor Barbara, she must have had a very bad stomach ache to act like that.
Sue
My bossy, bolshy hen Barbara was very quiet when I went to see them this morning, usually first in line for any hand-outs she was not doing her usual pogoing to get at the bag.
At lunch time she was standing along from the other two, closing her eyes with her feathers fluffed up, very worrying.
In the afternoon I took them a big tub of grass cuttings with dried mealworms and slugs mixed in - her absolute favourite thing and she just picked at it.
Then as I was sitting watching I saw her pass something that was def not poo. I went to have a look at it was pinky brown and looked like a squeezed out egg shell. Only had a quick look as Dorothy then ran off with it....urggh.
Before I left she had perked up and was doing the usual door racing up and down with the other two as I went to see them.
Was it eggshell do you think, and what went wrong. Poor Barbara, she must have had a very bad stomach ache to act like that.
Sue
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