We were bound & determined to stick our necks out any way possible to save that little guy. Granted, Bok was no spring chicken, but his life still had worth and value, and we would pull out all the stops to help our Feta rule this roost yet again.
|...and we suctioned some more.|
[PS -- Guess what? Chicken butt.]
|7? O.M.G. His temp is down to SEVEN DEGREES?!?!? We're losing him!!!|
DAMN THAT WASHING MACHINE OF DOOM!
|Let's see if a rectal temperature reading is more accurate... Ummmm, no.|
Come on, ya dumb cluck!!! Put up a freakin' squawk!
|Ohhhhh nooooooooo!!!!!! Wattle we do?!?!? (See what I did there?!)|
|Be brave, Bok. Come back to your flock.|
They say Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy can sometimes be effective with near-drownings, so we had to give it a go.
If it was good enough for Michael Jackson, it is good enough for our Feta.
|On a wing & a prayer, Scott tried tiny chest/breast compressions on our|
fowl friend with hopes that Feta would once again strut his stuff.
|When all else failed, Scott tried mouth-to-beak resuscitation...|
|... and he was sure to listen for any signs of clucking and/or breathing.|
|There was only one thing left to try... fried chicken. I mean, shocking our rubbery rooster back to life.|
And now it was simply a waiting game. Would Feta "wake up with the chickens" ever again? Would he ruffle any more feathers? Would he ever cross the road? Would he run around like a chicken with his head cut off? Would the sky continue falling? Would he ever choke his own chicken (wait, wrong chicken quote... oopsie!)? Would he ever again do the "funky chicken" in all his glory?!?!? And furthermore, which DID come first -- Bok or the egg?! So many questions, so few answers. Only time would tell.
Feta & his colorful counterpart attempt to coexist with Mrs. Pocket in complete harmony.
|Wait, who is this guy?!?! Imma wring his neck!|
|Mmmmm...tastes like chicken.|
|Lola says, "The yolks on you!" by subtly attempting to "Ozzy Osbourne" poor stand-in Feta.|
She clearly isn't his "Mother Hen."
(Note: No chickens or dwarves were harmed during the filming of this dorky melodrama.)
|Pocket has never been more cocksure of anything in all her life. That fake Feta got what he deserved!!! They say poultry maintain a definite pecking order, and that is CLEARLY evident here.|
|Nothin' but LOVE|
|Bok = Cock of the Walk|