Splodge is home, hes in the big box I use for the brooder, luckily i've no chicks in there at the moment. The heat lamp is one and he's now nestled on shavings and straw. I made him some mash up and theres water in there too. He's got whiplash i think, the way he holds his head up and then lays it down. I'm hopeful, as he survived the night! Now he's cozy, he can concentrate on resting and getting well again.
No sign of Marshmellow or Grenade. I guess they DID become a fox's dinner. Well, it's days are numbered, we are going this evening to sit in the Disco and wait...........gun at the ready.
Luckily, i'm actually fetching more chickens tomorrow and at the weekend, so Splodge will have some new girls to look after once he's feeling better.
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