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The Salula got attacked again, this time by my serama rooster Prince. Her head is basically skinned, and she, for lack of a better way to put it, seems to have lost her will to live. I just. Augh, I feel so, so awful. Again, to some degree it's my fault, though again I didn't expect this to happen. I should have just kept her on her lonesome, but again it's that nagging feeling of not wanting animals to be alone, and trusting that they weren't going to hurt her because they went several days without causing her any harm. I already cried my eyes out over her this morning, I'm trying to accept that she's going to die. If she makes it through the night and still isn't eating or drinking tomorrow (I doubt she will be), I'm taking her to the intake center to have her put down. It's a hard decision, but I know it's the right one. She doesn't deserve to be in pain like this. I should've had her put down today, but Linda wasn't around during the earlier part of the day and then I had to go do other things and I didn't want her to have to hang around in the hot car.

And all this, losing perhaps my most beloved chicken and one of the ones I've had the longest, and even worse seeing her in so much pain, the day after losing my duckling so unexpectedly and suddenly. Ughhh these last few days have been awful. T____T I'll be fine given some time to mourn, and I know it's part of having this many animals, but boy is it painful. Not having The Salula around for the first time in twelve years is going to be sad, difficult, and strange. She has had a wonderful and long life and I've been trying to prepare myself for her demise for a long time, but she is a big part of my life and has been for so many years, there's no way I can just get over it right away.

On the flip side, Charming has hatched three adorable serama chicks so far and I think more are on the way. It's a good reminder that, where there is death and sadness there is life and joy, too. And Linda and I had such fun at the intake center today tube-feeding and splinting a heron, dealing with necrosis in the legs of nestling house finches, and so on.

Anyway, time to go do sales. Things will be better soon, it's just a matter of making it through the tough stuff.

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The Salula got attacked again, this time by my serama rooster Prince. Her head is basically skinned, and she, for lack of a better way to put it, seems to have lost her will to live. I just. Augh, I feel so, so awful. Again, to some degree it's my fault, though again I didn't expect this to happen. I should have just kept her on her lonesome, but again it's that nagging feeling of not wanting animals to be alone, and trusting that they weren't going to hurt her because they went several days without causing her any harm. I already cried my eyes out over her this morning, I'm trying to accept that she's going to die. If she makes it through the night and still isn't eating or drinking tomorrow (I doubt she will be), I'm taking her to the intake center to have her put down. It's a hard decision, but I know it's the right one. She doesn't deserve to be in pain like this. I should've had her put down today, but Linda wasn't around during the earlier part of the day and then I had to go do other things and I didn't want her to have to hang around in the hot car.

And all this, losing perhaps my most beloved chicken and one of the ones I've had the longest, and even worse seeing her in so much pain, the day after losing my duckling so unexpectedly and suddenly. Ughhh these last few days have been awful. T____T I'll be fine given some time to mourn, and I know it's part of having this many animals, but boy is it painful. Not having The Salula around for the first time in twelve years is going to be sad, difficult, and strange. She has had a wonderful and long life and I've been trying to prepare myself for her demise for a long time, but she is a big part of my life and has been for so many years, there's no way I can just get over it right away.

On the flip side, Charming has hatched three adorable serama chicks so far and I think more are on the way. It's a good reminder that, where there is death and sadness there is life and joy, too. And Linda and I had such fun at the intake center today tube-feeding and splinting a heron, dealing with necrosis in the legs of nestling house finches, and so on.

Anyway, time to go do sales. Things will be better soon, it's just a matter of making it through the tough stuff.