Poor Clyde has been limping around for the past four or five days due to a cut on the bottom of his right foot. We've been cleaning and bandaging it to keep it from getting infected and maybe progressing on to the dreaded bumblefoot. Heaven knows he walks through enough chicken poo during the day to create a horrendous breeding environment for infection to occur in an open wound. We keep their living quarters as clean as possible, but there will always be poo on the ground.
Day before yesterday I took some pictures just to show what a good boy Clyde is - and what a good chicken daddy Mike is. Mike held Clyde while I put on the betadine, neosporine and bandaging. Before we could do that though, we put Clyde's feet in a nice, warm epsom salt bath. Here he is (resting on Mike's lap with his feet dangling in the water while Mike moved it around a bit) getting the soak. He didn't mind it at all... in fact, I think he enjoyed it.
Then, after drying off his foot, he laid back on Mike's lap and almost fell asleep. His eyes are barely open in this picture. I dressed the wound and he wasn't the least bit bothered by it.
Today his limp is a little less pronounced and I have my fingers crossed that one more night of re-bandaging him will be all it takes. Yesterday he was confined to a smaller part of the coop with Betty and Veronica to keep him company - just to give the foot a softer surface and keep him less active. And let the cut heal. It seemed to help, but the chicken yard sure wasn't the same without him.
Clyde's a good bird. He's a little bossy sometimes, but he takes his girlfriends special treats often and it's the cutest thing. I gave him a big ol' juicy grub the other day that I know he would have loved to eat, but he called Betty over in his nice boyfriend voice and gave it to her. What a guy, huh?