Mouth-To-Beak
Feb 8th, 2006 by Don Ray
Woman Does ‘Mouth-To-Beak’ to Save Chicken
Feb 07 9:56 PM US/Eastern
ARKADELPHIA, Ark.
From the Associated PressSometimes a chicken does have lips, just sometimes not her own. Marian Morris saved her brother’s exotic chicken, Boo Boo, by administering “mouth-to-beak” resuscitation on the fowl after it was found floating face down in the family’s pond.
Morris, a retired nurse, said she hadn’t had any practice with CPR in years, but that she was interested to see if she “still had it.”
“I breathed into its beak, and its dad-gum eyes popped open,” Morris said. “I breathed into its beak again, and its eyes popped open again. “I said, ‘I think this chicken’s alive now. Keep it warm.’”
Morris said she was pleased to find that the bird she saved was an “exotic,” and not just an ordinary chicken.
The chicken is called Boo Boo, because she is easily frightened. The family thought Boo Boo was startled and flopped into the pond.
I found this article today on the Drudge Report, and it reminded me of a story my dad always used to tell about a cat he has saved. I heard this so many times, that I can almost hear him telling the story now.
As he would tell it, our cat always seemed to be around when food was being take out of the freezer. One day while the freezer door was open, the cat jumped in and my dad didn’t notice.
The next morning when the freezer was opened, my dad was shocked to see the cat frozen stiff. This was one of his favorite animals. He said he remembered reading somewhere that it might be possible to save the cat by giving it three tablespoons of gasoline. At that time all gasoline was leaded.
He quickly ran out of the house to our gas tank and obtained some gasoline for the cat. When he returned to the house, he administered the three tablespoons of gasoline. He said he was amazed to see the cat start to quiver and all of a sudden jump up.
He said it immediately started to run and ran around the house three times and then fell over.
Every time the person, my dad was relating this story to, would say, “Dead?”
My dad, with a sheepish grin, would just look at the person and say, “Naw, just ran out of gas.”
I could have done without the chicken story. As for your dad’s cat tale, hilarious!
Isn’t it funny what can trigger the return of old memories. If my dad had read the article from the Associated Press he would have said, “You know, a bird in the hand is certainly better than it’s beak in your mouth”.