From Mothering Heights

By Peggy Bruner, January, 2006

chicken feed

The following story is (almost) true, but some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the feathered:

I know a veterinarian whose passion, although not her livelihood, is wildlife rehabilitation. Let’s just call her “Dr. Daughter”. One day, Dr. Daughter was driving along with another vet, whom we’ll call “Dr. Boss”. In the middle of the road, they spied a large dog, shaking something in his mouth. Now, being animal lovers, and not wanting “Wilhelm” to get hit, they jumped out of the car. One doc grabbed the object from the dog’s mouth, which turned out to be a chicken, and the other doc took the dog back to his master, whom we’ll refer to as “Mr. Owner”.

Now the chicken was alive, albeit in shock, so the vets rushed the bird back to the clinic. Now, I must digress a bit, and mention that it was lunchtime. When the vets arrived, shouting “Code Blue”, or whatever phrase they use for animal emergencies, the technicians and clinic staff happened to be sitting around eating KFC. I mean, you gotta love the irony, no?

 

Anyway, they saved the hen, who came around, and must have wondered how she ended up in this new and interesting coop. What she actually said was, “buk-bukbuk-buk-buk”, which I believe is Rhode Island Red for “I saw a bright white light at the end of a tunnel!” During the days of recovery, Dr. Daughter would periodically receive one of those While-You-Were-Away slips with messages such as “a Mr. G. Shepherd wants to know if anyone has found his missing bird”. Obviously, a receptionist with a finely tuned sense of humor!

So, the hen survived, and Dr. Daughter, having a very close relationship with all the bird rehabbers in her state, found a place where the chicken could live in comfort and provide the clinic with the occasional batch of brown eggs. Can you imagine, what are the odds that at the moment of her most certain demise, not one, but TWO veterinarians would chance by, and wrest her tender young life back from the literal Jaws of Death?

At the rehab center, they named her “Lucky”.

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