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In the previous episode, I approached the chicken run to find Dorrie looking like this:
The whole flock looked up at me as if I were Jessica Fletcher suddenly appearing at the crime scene.
I didn't know what had happened to Dorrie, but I had a hunch.
My guess: That Daisy had stirred up the youngsters into such a tizzy that Dorrie nailed her beak into the hardware cloth - the tightly woven fencing that surrounds the run.
I was instantly furious with Daisy, although I knew I shouldn't be.
I scooped Dorrie into my arms to take a closer look. Fresh blood and dried blood....this must have happened hours ago.
I needed another pair of hands to clean Dorrie's wound, and I needed another human to tell me what to do next. Since I was all alone and it was after 5:00 on a Friday and my vet, Rosario was unavailable, I packed Dorrie into an Epson printer box and drove her to Tufts Veterinary Emergency Room, only a few minutes away.
Two young residents attended to Dorrie.
I was worried that the top of her beak was missing.
Once she was cleaned up, we could see that the injury wasn't as bad as it looked.
She had shaven off the front and sides of her beak, but it was not so bad that it wouldn't grow back eventually.
Dorrie was the first chicken that the doctors had worked with.
They thought she was very sweet.
They gave her some hydration and sent us home with antibiotics.
That night I placed Dorrie on the roost with her flock.
But first, I moved Daisy out.
(to be continued)