Little Miffy, aka the Miffster, has had quite a time of it this past month. Up until recently, all the M Girls have been wonderfully healthy, so I suppose we have been lucky.
However, whilst the longer, sunnier days bring happy times for hens and henkeepers alike, they also bring problems for the girls as they start to lay eggs aplenty. This year I have been on Prolapse Watch as well as a daily Knicker Check (my ever- present fear of flystrike) – sometimes watching eagle-eyed from the luxury of the dining room with binoculars, but usually on hands and knees grovelling around in the mud after hens who just seem to know you are trying to see their knicker area and consequently manage to back away from you no matter where you position yourself. Thankfully, Flora’s annual prolapse did not appear, but it was young Miffy who suffered with eggy issues.
One morning Miffy had a soft egg coming out of her vent, which we carefully removed, hoping that that had done the trick. However, she continued to be hunched up, not eating, seemingly straining, and generally being very unhappy. Most things I can cope with but delving around in a girl’s
She was off up the garden as though nothing had happened; a real brave little trooper.