'Puffson' the masturbating chicken appears to have suffered some kind of stroke. At least that was the conclusion of the vet this morning - another morning wasted, not to mention the consulting fee.
The treatment consisted of the universal antibiotic shot which, from past experience, seems to cover everything from a Gerbil to a Labrador; there was also a very general steroid based anti-inflammatory. It's a wonder that such a dim-witted bird could actually have a big enough brain to get a clot in at all. Still, having been squeezed into a cat box during the hours of darkness the creature seemed happy enough on the trip into town. However Puffson's gait had possibly suffered from being rather cramped in the said cat box, and following a short hobble round the consulting room the prognosis was 'not good'.
This physical deterioration has not gone unoticed by 'Mr Evil II', and on returning to the community 'Puffson' was subject to the laws of the playground just like any kid with a caliper or such like. Continuing and increased frustration is the most likely outcome of this debilitating health problem as it has done nothing to increase his chances with the ladies.
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Maybe those sightings of the Reaper were not directed at you after all.
I thought I was fairly tender-hearted, but I'm afraid that a sick cockerel would be dealt with 'in-house'. You do appreciate that the vet's surgery has you labelled as "more money than sense?"
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