Sorry to hear about your little Stella. It's so sad to see them have to deal with this and know you can't help them. I'm glad your girl got to go in peace, surrounded by love.
Ironically I got the e-mail alert with updates to this thread this morning, after finding one of my girls had died overnight after going several rounds with EYP. She had been bloating on and off since the fall and some days would look like she was really suffering and I would wonder if I might have to take care of things, but then the next day she'd perk up and be her usual self. It was weird how the bloating would come and go; her abdomen would get quite swollen and then she'd spend a day passing what looked like water (even more watery than the usual watery EYP poos), and the bloat would go down significantly. Have any of you noticed that? After reading so many helpful things on here I knew there really wasn't a way to treat her so I just evaluated her carefully every day to see if she seemed like she was in pain, and generally she was not and was happy to forage, dust bathe, and boss everyone around, except for the odd day here and there. Then yesterday the bloating/masses suddenly turned hard and hot, her tail was drooping, and she just wanted to lie in a cool spot under a tree. She was the dominant hen and did not want to leave her flock, and when I checked on her last night she was there in the middle of them, tired but in charge, just as she wanted to be.
At least she's at peace now.
Ironically I got the e-mail alert with updates to this thread this morning, after finding one of my girls had died overnight after going several rounds with EYP. She had been bloating on and off since the fall and some days would look like she was really suffering and I would wonder if I might have to take care of things, but then the next day she'd perk up and be her usual self. It was weird how the bloating would come and go; her abdomen would get quite swollen and then she'd spend a day passing what looked like water (even more watery than the usual watery EYP poos), and the bloat would go down significantly. Have any of you noticed that? After reading so many helpful things on here I knew there really wasn't a way to treat her so I just evaluated her carefully every day to see if she seemed like she was in pain, and generally she was not and was happy to forage, dust bathe, and boss everyone around, except for the odd day here and there. Then yesterday the bloating/masses suddenly turned hard and hot, her tail was drooping, and she just wanted to lie in a cool spot under a tree. She was the dominant hen and did not want to leave her flock, and when I checked on her last night she was there in the middle of them, tired but in charge, just as she wanted to be.
I appreciate your assistance in this. Unfortunately, Stella bloated considerably as the evening went on and was in obvious discomfort. I had brought home some chloroform about a month ago for a chick with a slipped tendon (when she started showing obvious signs of pain, we planned to put her to sleep), and we used it on Stella. She went quietly to sleep in a little box. We're heartbroken, but know we did the right thing, poor little girl.
One thing I realize in hindsight: we were getting tiny yolkless eggs in the community nesting boxes and could never figure out who was laying them. We have been getting these for over a year now, just every once in a while. Could it be that she was forming a shell around unused albumin and passing those, while the yolks were being diverted into her abdomen? I believe now, based on what I've read, even if I had realized that it was her and that she was diverting her yolks, there's not much I could do with her except try to keep her from forming yolks in the first place. It's so hard to know which bird is affected when everyone has access to the same nesting boxes. I've struggled with this question; should I confine a hen for a day to see what type of eggs she's laying, but then with these little eggs, they come so infrequently that you don't know if that's a good day for the affected chicken. I'm rambling...
Rest in peace, little Stella girl. Gosh how we loved this little chicken.