My son named all the chickens when they arrived and one of them stood out from the others, as she was very ruffled and scruffy. He named this one Unni, after my mother in law! Now, this was a dark secret that we have managed to keep from my Norwegian in-laws, for almost a year. However, with the sad announcement, the gaff was up and we had to tell. I’m not too sure that it went down well in Scandinavia, but at least our secret is out!
Poor little Unni (the chicken), was looking a bit poorly on Saturday and we decided we needed to keep an eye on her. It seems that it happens from time to time, that the chickens go a bit off colour and then after a day or so, they are back to normal, so we weren’t too worried.
However that night I saw her again and mentioned to my family that she was looking really ill. Unfortunately I was off to work early on Sunday and my wife was out with the kids so when I got back, I went to find my poor little hen all fluffed up and sitting by herself (they normally all come rushing to greet me)! I brought her into the house and began to look in books to see if I could establish what was wrong with her. My wife got back and we did our best but she just didn’t make it.
My daughter, who is nearly 3, took the whole thing in her stride, but my son was in floods of tears. Luckily he had a friend over for a sleepover so his mind was a bit distracted, and I think that helped. However, the whole burial process was all a bit too much for him to take part in and whilst he was insistent on burying her in the field at the back of our garden, he didn’t want to be there.
We still have 8, very happy and healthy, chickens who are laying lots of eggs. We don’t know what exactly was wrong with Unni, but it may have been something like 'Sour Crop', I guess we will never know. Hopefully we will be better able to help next time the animal E.R is required. The first aid required to fix the Scandinavian family relationship may take a little more training!