Yesterday, the Boyz had their wellness visit (aka meet the vet). I found that, if they could see each other from their carriers, the drive was much quieter. Slim is now not-so-slim (10 lbs) and Kramer weighs in at 8 lbs. Slim found the entire process traumatic and also found the plastic cradle of the scales to be reassuring, so there he stayed - he of the Big Eyes. Kramer was busy smooching up to the vet and vet tech until he had his temperature taken (ahem). Then it was Kramer of the Big Eyes. Both are fine and I managed to get out of the vet's office with a bill under $150. Unheard of!
When I got home, I scooted out to collect eggs and was horrified to see what I thought was a bundle of dead Junior! Turns out he had been doing his Mr. Macho through the chicken wire fence with Kees, my Barnevelder rooster, and had gotten his sizable spur caught in the fence. How long he had been lying there with his foot in the air is unknown, but he was reeling around after I put him in the coop. I made sure his leg wasn't broken - I think he just was a little numb. I would hope that that would make him leery of boxing through the fence, but I doubt it.
Then Scrappy threw up his dinner, making it a perfect ending to a bad day for the boys.