we have 8 backyard rescue chickens, one is my absolute favourite. She would escape the enclosure a couple of times a day by flying over the 6 foot fence (chicken run style!!!), she’d come up to the house to see me. I’d give her some treats and pets and take her back up or let her scratch in the garden for a while.
last week I broke my wrist which has made it more difficult putting her back in. She managed to fly out my hands when I struggled to open the gate, but scuttled off seemingly unharmed so I thought no more of it. For the next couple of days she didn’t come down to the house and stayed in her enclosure but was just pecking etc with the rest of the girls. A few days ago I saw she was in a bad way, I rang the vet and they said it sounded like an egg had broken in her and told me what to do while they were on their way. She died before they arrived
im absolutely devastated. Ridiculously heartbroken. More than when other pets or even some not so close relatives have died, most people would describe me as fairly resilient but I just keep reliving me essentially dropping her over and over and the guilt is consuming me. I don’t know how to get over it. She was so friendly and I feel like I let her down. I