- May 27, 2012
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Hi all, I'm here to try and understand. I will ask my question first, then tell you about my girl. She's been unwell for a few days. She is 4-5 years old, figured she was getting older and tired. Went to give her a hug before we closed the coop today and checked her for eggbinding. Well, there were what felt like two different lumps, like huge eggs. I went up the vent and felt hardness like an egg but with tissue between it and my finger. I could not go around it, like a stuck egg. I went to put her back outside and she flapped and jumped down from my arms, and started staggering. I set her on the porch, got another glove and was checking again but this time her head fell and she passed away. Nothing I did, was just time. Well, as much as it hurt, I went in to see what it was and at first it looked like a tumor big as a baseball. Cutting further it looked like a huge cooked egg yolk and SMELLED BAD. Like rotten eggs. I could not go on. Does anyone know what would cause this? I'm guessing it's eggbinding but not like a giant egg was stuck, this seemed to be under the tube where the eggs come out.
Her name was Curly Joe. Named so because she was a big ball of fluffy curlyness when she dried after hatching. Her hatchmates, 2 of them, were Larry and Mo. When first hatched they were in the house under a lamp and supervision. For whatever reason Curly was my favorite so I held her a lot. Sweetest little thing. Well, I would put her back in the cage, go to the kitchen to wash my hands, turn around and she's behind me. I was like ooooh careless me, I forgot to shut the door. Ok so this happened EVERY time I put her away so I put her back and stood there watching her. At about a day old she did this....she would go to the back of the cage, get a running start, jump up and kick the door open, I **** you not. Like a little ninja chicken. How could you NOT love her?? SHe knew her name, and you could call her from across the yard and she would jump into your lap. I'm sad this happened but I suspect without surgery, perhaps this was something I could not have helped or fixed
Her name was Curly Joe. Named so because she was a big ball of fluffy curlyness when she dried after hatching. Her hatchmates, 2 of them, were Larry and Mo. When first hatched they were in the house under a lamp and supervision. For whatever reason Curly was my favorite so I held her a lot. Sweetest little thing. Well, I would put her back in the cage, go to the kitchen to wash my hands, turn around and she's behind me. I was like ooooh careless me, I forgot to shut the door. Ok so this happened EVERY time I put her away so I put her back and stood there watching her. At about a day old she did this....she would go to the back of the cage, get a running start, jump up and kick the door open, I **** you not. Like a little ninja chicken. How could you NOT love her?? SHe knew her name, and you could call her from across the yard and she would jump into your lap. I'm sad this happened but I suspect without surgery, perhaps this was something I could not have helped or fixed
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