Oh, I forgot to mention how important the Batty Burrito is to the process. Even in her weakened condition, she knows how to give me the wing.
Not wanting to repeat the tube feeding business, Batty decided this morning that it was time to eat. The Backyard Chickens Listservers recommended scrambled eggs and yogurt as the best sickroom food. Odd, maybe, but Batty approved. Those Backyard Chicken folks know what's up. Atticus the Cat may have influenced Batty's appetite as well. He has that, "Are you done with that?" look.
And then she was up on her feet! All she could manage were a couple of seconds of drunken staggering, but it was more than she could do yesterday. I just noticed that the poor thing only has two tail feathers left.
Now she's resting in the sunlight. As happy as it's possible to be, when two days ago you were this close to being a stray dog's lunch.