“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” ― Albert Einstein
Crunch, crunch, crunch. The snow beneath my feet called me to the moment as I took one of my first winter walks since the last arctic freeze. I was inspired to bundle up and embrace the elements by my husband and daughter’s snow fort construction, with its front and back door and steps that lead to the upper back entrance. By far, the best part of my day. What is it about being outside? It seems to solve most my problems, or at least puts them in perspective.
I found our little bantam chicken Mille hobbling around the barn yesterday, so she and her sister Fleur spent the night in the Chicken Intensive Care Unit, otherwise known as the Kitchen (Fleur is hanging out purely as moral support). We think she has Bumblefoot, yet it looks different from the other cases we have seen in our flock. Usually there is a distinct black sore that varies in size, and can be easily treated. We did not see any such spots on Mille’s foot, yet there looks to be a small scratch between her toes. which can also cause Bumblefoot. We are soaking her foot in warm water with iodine, rinsing with hydrogen peroxide, packing the wound with antibiotics, wrapping with gauze, and orally treating her with amoxicillin 3x a day. Mille and her sister shared an apple, preened themselves, and then fell asleep tonight, perched together in the KICU.I am hopeful she will recover.