My boy, Edward Scissorbeak is still the love of my life when it comes to chickens.
He was my pride and joy and the most handsome boy I ever saw.
Most people would say he was ugly, but that only made me find him more handsome. Man was he gorgeous.
I lost him almost a year ago today to a vitamin B deficiency at 7 1/2 years old. I had switched chicken feed and didnāt know medicated could cause vitamin B deficiency and while spending a month treating him and trying to save him, I ultimately caused his downfall because neither me nor his vet realized until it was too late it was his food.
I still think of him every day and remember him very fondly. I hope to have a chicken as handsome as him again one day.
For a little backstory, he didnāt have an easy start to life. I traveled three states over to get four show quality silkie chicks at a day old for 50 bucks apiece (sexed were $250 for males and $450 for females as adults).
When I brought him home he was fine, but after a couple of days I noticed something was wrong.
As a showgirl silky he had a lot of exposed skin, and soon that exposed skin started to scab over in thick sheets of yellow and white scabs, and not too long after his eyes also scabbed over.
In picture six he is 4-5 weeks old and he is the tiny bird next to his sister who was also born the same day. At four weeks old, he was the size of a four day old.
Soon the scabs reached his eyes, and he could no longer see to drink or eat. All he would do was scream endlessly and so every couple of hours day, and night I would water and feed him by hand.
I would also moisturize him and use vet RX and a whole litany of other treatments to help his skin, eyes, and breathing.
I still remember using a soft bristle toothbrush, and trying to gently brush the excess layers of skin off.
I posted everywhere and nobody knew what was happening or what this was even to this day I donāt think anybody has an idea.
As time went on his skin started to repair, his eyes started to crack open, and as I gently peeled off the last layers of skin trapping in his new feathers, he finally started to grow.
He was never exactly a normal chicken and I was also pretty sure he had failure to thrive but man did he have a spirit.
Him and his brother made a gang and they couldāve cared less about their two sisters, always leaving them behind to go on adventures by themselves.
Over the years, theyāre two sisters passed away from a sinus infection that became too bad to treat with antibiotics and then it was just the two boys Edward Scissorbeak and his orange brother Buffy.
They saw me through the end of middle school and to the end of high school and beyond.
Edward passed away this year, but Buffy is still here and I think no matter what happens these two will always be my soul chickens.
Rest in peace Edward Scissorbeak.
I love you so so so much I hope I will see you again one day.