Up until a couple of months ago, I had only a few “glitches” while raising chickens. There have been some instances of “picking,” but I was able to remove and treat the hen with no lasting problems. Two winters ago, one of my hens froze her lovely comb on a subzero winter’s night. Minor things, really, when caught and treated early.
|Hmmm, looking a bit scraggly this morning, Mrs. Feathers.|
|Normal morning behavior|
|The “lump in her throat”|