Edie is still doing well. She’s eating, pooping and waddling around. I did another internal exam yesterday, determined to get the egg out one way or another. Sticking my finger inside her pulsating vent was a particularly odd and unpleasant experience. I was able to feel the egg, although it was through a membrane. Not knowing chicken anatomy enough, I wasn’t comfortable fishing around and possibly doing more harm than good. As you can see from these illustrations, the oviduct is a long and windy road that leads to the cloaca. There are several other things that lead to the cloaca, so the chicken’s pee/poo and eggs ultimately come out of the same opening.
I was able to get in touch with a semi-local chicken farmer named Nestor, who comes to Brooklyn to sell his eggs at our farmer’s markets. He agreed to come over tomorrow and take a look at Edie. I am very hopeful.
Oh dear, your poor chicken! I had hoped that when I checked in today, I would read that everything was just fine.