Kathy O'Hara,
United Poultry Concerns
(UPC)
July 2016
Today, Reva not only walks; he gets around well. At times he is almost spry in his jubilation.
My husband Tom and I have driven across the 23-mile-long Chesapeake Bay
Tunnel Bridge in Virginia countless times. But Friday night June 3rd was a
sight like no other.
We were heading out of the second tunnel when we saw it – white, fluffy, and
on the road. A few seconds passed before we realized what “it” was. I can
still hear my husband, “Was that a chicken?”
It all happened so fast. I was in tears. Quick! Turn around. Make a U-turn
at the first break in the road, drive back through the second tunnel, then
the first. Another U-turn through tunnel, road, tunnel!
Our plan: If the chicken was still there and not hit by a car, we’d slow
down, turn on the flashers. I’d be ready with a towel, throw open the door,
and grab the bird!
Cars whiz by Reva on the Tunnel Bridge highway
There he was, standing just the same, head stretched down and forward
toward the oncoming traffic. I grabbed him!
This was not his day to die, and with that thought in mind, I named him
Reva, short for “Revenant,” after the movie – a person who has returned from
the dead or a long absence.
Reva safely in the car
Reva exhausted from his ordeal
Reva Today
By Karen Davis
Today is Friday, July 29th. Almost two months have passed since Reva was saved by Kathy and Tom that fateful Friday evening on the Chesapeake Bay Tunnel Bridge.
By Wednesday the following week, I’d pretty much decided he would not
make it. He lay sleeping in the kitchen.
What a surprise, then, when on Thursday, he showed signs of life! Within a
few days, he was standing weakly on his legs, looking around. He started
eating and drinking. He started following me around in the kitchen,
stopping at my feet at the sink and the stove, sometimes staring straight up
at me.
He cocked his face in a way that said he wanted me to stroke his throat
and beak. As long as I did that, he stood perfectly still.
But a Saturday morning came when, abruptly, he couldn’t get up. When he
tried to stand, his body spun backward and his left leg splayed out and I
felt, this time for sure, he’s going to be lame for life. He was very
distressed, and so was I.
But a few days later, Reva was once again shakily on his legs trying to
walk. This time I decided to put hhim on Metacam, an anti-inflammatory pain
medication prescribed by our veterinarian.
Chickens bred for the meat industry are almost always in chronic pain,
overburdened by too much weight for their bones and joints to support. If
Reva was in pain, this would cause him to sit all the time, weakening her
legs even worse.
The daily dose of Metacam worked wonders for Reva. When I got home from the
airport at midnight on July 11th and walked into the kitchen after being at
the animal rights conference in Los Angeles for four days, Reva greeted me
on his feet! What a homecoming!
Today, Reva not only walks; he gets around well. At times he is almost
spry in his jubilation.
A group of our hens gather to greet Reva
Kathy O’Hara visited us recently for the first time since bringing him here, and the interest Reva showed in Kathy suggested to me very strongly that Reva remembered his savior on the Chesapeake Bay Tunnel Bridge. He just couldn’t get enough of Kathy, and when it was time for Kathy to go, Reva tried to follow her out the door.
Reva walking in the grass
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