Yesterday evening I took Gutsy9 outside and picked up the brick I had to use once before to put an injured turkey chick out of its misery.
I had weighed the situation up in my mind (his legs and feet would only get worse, he would be vulnerable to predators and the pecking order), and I had steeled my heart to do the deed.
I put him gently on the ground and raised the brick high so that it would be quick, but then he looked up at me and winked!
I couldn’t do it.
It was Rachel’s suggestion (see comments in last post) that gave me the idea of putting him outside in an upside down cage (a cage with a roof but no floor). That way he can scratch in the grass/dirt with his faulty feet but be protected from attack by the various other birds and animals.
And he will now eat the calcium mixture if I give it to him from my finger. He will still come inside for the night.
Ming and I have decided to give this new idea a week and see how Gutsy9′s legs go. If they improve, we have hope!
In the meantime I guess little Gutsy9, at two months of age, has graduated from my lap to a more normal peacock existence.