12/4/2020 2 Comments 12 AprilThis morning when I opened the coop door Mabel, Maude and Wilma came rushing at me as usual, but where was Goldie? Then down she flew from the door of the inner coop, where she'd been perching. Goldie is a bird who loves to perch so I thought little of it till they'd eaten all their breakfast and were wandering out onto the grass, when I saw Goldie was limping. Had she been perching because her foot hurt to walk on? I followed her up to the feijoa grove and she was definitely limping, but what could I do? These hens do not let me pick them up. All day I worried, but by the afternoon she seemed to be walking just like any hen. I can't say she came running for her dinner because they had all taken themselves into the coop already, and only Mabel and Maude came rushing out to greet me, but there was no sign of limping as she rushed around the coop racing the other hens to be first at each grain of wheat. I will keep a close eye on her tomorrow, but perhaps her foot had just gone to sleep from perching too long. I have had the same thing happen to my own feet lately, with all the blog-reading I have been doing.
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Amy
19/4/2020 07:27:44 pm
Perhaps there is something going around, a contagious lethargy of the leg maybe, because I have had the same thing happening to my feet! I panicked the other day because when I stood up my leg wouldn't hold my ankle and my ankle wouldn't hold my foot and I was quite sure, for a moment, that I would be adding another injury to my rapidly growing list of injuries. At least I could laugh at myself, my body having stiffened in the hour I spent writing about all the different ways my body tries to scare me... the first line of my poem: "i am not a hypochondriac but..."
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