Probably not the canned chicken you expected, huh.
Yeah, you’re seeing that right. Our hen got her leg stuck in a can.
At first I was like, ha ha, let’s take a picture, that’s so funny! But then I realized that she was hurt. Really hurt. Evidently, the chickens had a ball this morning tearing up a garbage bag we’d left out, and scattered the trash all over the yard. This unfortunate little hen just happened to step on a can with a lid which was mostly cut open, but still attached, and her foot slipped right into the can. When she tried to step back out, the lid went up and sliced into her leg, trapping her. Little Titus found her sitting on the can. He was excited that she was allowing him to pet her so he yelled to Jerry, “Look Daddy, I’m petting a chicken!” Right away Jerry realized something was wrong with her. When he picked her up and found that the can was stuck on her leg, he called me in as the medic.
Poor thing! Oh my goodness, seriously you guys, that sharp metal lid had sliced halfway through her leg, and it was lodged. If I’d pulled up or pushed down on the lid it would have just cut into her more. I had to squeeze the can as hard as I could to bend the opening into an oblong shape. Then her leg was able to back out of the jagged edge and she was freed.
As soon as we removed the can, the cut began to drip blood like crazy, and her leg began shaking uncontrollably. Jerry said she might be going into shock. I hurried as I poured some Lavender Oil on the wound (since I’m out of Tea Tree Oil), used a Q-tip to smear vaseline on it, and wrapped it with gauze and tape.
I was surprised that throughout the whole ordeal the chicken remained calm and didn’t make any sound or show any signs of pain. We wondered if chickens even have nerves in their feet. Not knowing if she would be able to walk, or if we should pen her up somewhere until she was healed, we decided to put her down and see how she did. At first, she kept the hurt leg curled up underneath her for a few seconds, but once she set her foot down and tested it out a little, she realized she was fine and ran off into the woods to scratch and peck with the others.
Hopefully she’ll be okay. Hopefully it won’t get infected. We’d hate to lose a laying hen.
A city girl learning to homestead on an acre of land in the country. Wife and homeschooling mother of four. Enjoying life, and everything that has to do with self sufficient living.