what
What is this, you ask?
This is Racquel at the emergency vet this evening.

Racquel looked fine this morning, and she seems to be recovering from her respiratory infection and chin sore (of unknown origin) from over a week ago. But this afternoon at 3:30pm, which is the exact last appointment time for the regular vet, I noticed that Racquel was bleeding from her vent. Why would she be doing THAT!? No clue.

So I called the vet. They were leaving for the day and couldn’t see her, but said I could email. They won’t be back ’til Tuesday. It looked like a fair amount of blood to me, especially for a little muppet, so I took Racquel to the emergency vet.

busy
It was a busy day at the emergency vet’s office, so we just chilled out until someone could see us. I brought my lunch and shared my sandwich with Racquel. The vet who saw Racquel thought that it might just be a small cut right inside her vent. How Racquel got that cut I cannot say. Maybe Olivia pecked her on the butt? Maybe she backed up into a stick on the sticky shrub? It’s really tough to bite someone through all that fluff, and she’s not in the same aviary as bitey O’Malley. It could also be a bigger issue related to her soft eggs.

The vet let us go, then called Racquel back again to feel inside to make sure she wasn’t still bleeding higher up. She didn’t feel any tumors or any eggs, and said there doesn’t seem to be any more bleeding. She asked if Racquel’s feathers were supposed to be that way. Yes… they are. Apparently she’d never seen a silkie chicken, or a fuzzy muppet. So we came home and we’ll just keep an eye on Racquel until she goes back to the regular vet on Tuesday.

egg
Meanwhile, back in the yard, Racquel promptly laid an egg, apparently just to prove the vet wrong.

nom
And now she’s eating it.
“Nom nom nom nom nom.” - Racquel

I seriously think I could save time and money if I just send myself to veterinary school at this point. I’ll keep you posted on Racquel. She seems fine tonight.