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When a bobcat strikes and the vet's out, do you dare make the cluck-call
Oh, a bobcat attack and no vet in sight? That's the kind of cluck-tastic crisis that makes you question every life choice that led you to keeping feathered friends. I feel this in my bones, and my shaky hands. You're staring down a medical emergency with a panicked hen and a phone full of dead ends. It's enough to make anyone want to chickening out. But here's the thing: you're not alone in this fowl play. We've covered coop calamities before, like when mites threw their own full-on fowl party in someone's coop. That guide might not fix a bobcat wound, but it proves we've all been in the trenches together. Hang in there.