My wife is never happier than when she’s looking after a wounded animal. As you may be able to imagine there is no shortage of wounded animals here on the farm so she’s right in her element.
The two latest casualties are a Road Island Red chicken, named “Chicklet” and a kitten named “Kubo”.
So here’s the story. A few months ago we were having a terrible time with fox predators killing our free range chickens; we lost 20 or 30 of them before I finally was able to do away with the mangy foxes.
So we bought a dozen Road Island Red chicks to begin replenishing the flock. We kept them longer than usual in the brooder to insure no other predators would get to them before they were able to start laying their beautiful eggs. Well, as fate would have it, one of the chicks must have been weaker than the others and it wound up with a severely broken leg. I rescued it from the brooder and brought it to my wife a couple months ago and ever since I’ve had to share the bath tub with “Chicklet”; I should have known better!
Well, now at least, Chicklet has graduated to her own box in the bathroom fully equipped with her own feeder, water and kitty liter (Yes, it works for chickens too). We’ve both agreed to a major celebration if Chicklet ever lays its first egg.
Now, to the kitten story. A month or so ago, I broke down and decided to buy a new Kubota tractor, with the blessings of my wife and our accountant (How did farmers ever get by without computers and QuickBooks ®) ?
My son, Jess, agreed to drive to Nashville with me to get it and tow it home (Yes, a $6000 price difference made it worth the drive). Sunday afternoon on the way back, I was in touch with my other son, Bill, whose sons, Luke and Josh wanted to see Pop Pop’s new tractor. So we made a pit stop at the Sod Farm off I-75. And bingo, as soon as Luke stepped out of the car, he found an almost new but wounded kitten, later to be named “Kubo” after the new Kubota tractor.
After an appropriate tractor seat tryout by my grandsons, it was time to be on our way to the farm, and of course, son Jess, had to bring Kubo with us; he gets it from his mom.
After two days and $250 at the Vet, we found out what we already knew; Kubo had a broken leg and “Maybe we can fix it for another $1100”.
Instead, we opted to keep Kubo quiet a week or so in a cage so maybe the leg would heal on its own, which it did. Now my wife is dreaming about where she can spend the $1100 she saved! Not really, she’s actually quite thrifty.
So now the challenge is to keep the rambunctious new kitten away from wounded and vulnerable Miss Chicklet. All was well for a couple weeks and then the inevitable happened; Kubo discovered Chicklet. And it happened on my watch after I’d been duly warned to protect Chicklet at all costs.
Can you guess what happened? Kubo also discovered Chicklet’s kitty litter, did his business, and left without so much as ruffling even one of Chicklet’s red feathers!
Now the moral to this story is this: Maybe if we dump a load of kitty litter on Congress we could teach Donkeys and Elephants to do their business together too. But don’t hold your breath, I think chicks and kittens are smarter than politicians!
Thanks for reading All About Seniors…..see you next week!
Bill Milby is a Director of Visiting Angels® of Central Georgia, a non-medical, living assistance service for seniors. If you have questions or comments about this column you can reach him at email@example.com