Welcome Lesego!

Beautiful Lesego was the last remaining layer at Zandspruit on Sunday evening, barring a broiler which nearly broke my heart

 Welcome Lesego to our flock! Last weekend I was on constant alert, impatiently waiting for things to be finalised with NSPCA, so we could go in and take the confiscated hens. We had prepared for the 30 hens we had capacity for, and had homes on standby for another 40, but things were moving slowly. By Sunday night, passing Zandspruit, I scanned the roadside (as I always do) for the usual informal chicken traders. It was late, and I knew they would probably be gone. However, I did see a trader packing up, and stopped to see if any chickens were left.

If you are  a chicken left on Sunday night  at Zandspruit after a weekend of meat trade, you have really had poor luck. Not to have met the final peace of a backyard slaughter sooner, rather than later, so that your grim life continues. There was Lesego (meaning Lucky). Alone in her cage. I examined her closely. Knowing I was about to get 30 other needy chickens I wanted to know what I was in for. She was agitated, frightened, thirsty and hungry. Her one toe nail was hanging from a  string and an ugly, open wound decorated the end of her toe.

Lesego damaged toe. Surely in a perfect world this injury should require immediate attention?
Lesego damaged nail and toe

 I carefully packed her into the box I had prepared. She made desperate attempts to fight me off, pecking and squirming. I could feel her bones through her skin underneath my hands. She is very thin.

As I was about to leave I saw one more chicken sitting in a top cage. I recognised her/ him immediately. This was my beautiful tragic Bello staring down at me. Bello was euthanased a month ago after a long struggle – see old posts, and April Animal Voice  for Bellos story. Broilers are genetically modified to grow from 0 to slaughter in 6 weeks. Massively overgrown chicks. Huge chickens that peep at you and look for shelter under the wings of their mums they have never found. Their massive weight gain and fast growth leaves them massively compromised and in large amounts of pain. I struggled with Bello for 5 months, until he went lame. After that I knew that any other broiler I ever picked up would be for euthanasia, not rehabilitation, but that was the least I could do to end her suffering. I pulled the money I had out of my pocket. I had R 40, and Lesego was going to cost me R 35. I tried to negotiate both chickens for R40, but the seller was having non of it. I left behind this bewildered baby in the half-light of dusk in a hostile world.

Lesego is doing really well. As always it has been a joy to watch her grow in confidence, to start to heal, and start to enjoy her world around her. She has been heavily medicated for pain and infection. Yesterday, our fabulous vet Jean, managed to cut the nail off, which was hanging by a string. Lesego has lost a nail, that will not grow back, but may have saved a toe. The day before last, we were talking amputation of the toe.

Hopefully with more medication and cleaning of the wound twice a day, the end of the toe will close. We will be able to see if all good in about a week. Yesterday Lesego started coming to us, when we entered the clinic. She talks constantly when you are with her. She has fallen in love with my father who has been assisting in nursing her, and he in turn, has found a new love late in his life! We are all mad about her already.

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