It wasn't the best start to the day. A sick bird and a decision to make.
He's been injected, dosed, bathed, anointed and cossetted. He's flagged and he's rallied. But were I truly honest I'd have to admit he's not really got much better at all. And over the last few days I've begun to suspect that he's not actually lost an eye at all, but fallen victim to some horrid infection. (Apologies all round to the Scraggy Hen who stood accused of malicious pecking.) Picked up at the Show where we bought him perhaps? It happens.
Yesterday at close of play he was fine. This morning though, a dejected and ailing bird reluctantly came out into the run - and it was obvious that he was in distress. With regrets a coup de grâce was administered and One-Eyed Riley went swiftly to his final roost. R.I.P.