Was last year her first major moult?
The hens from the tribes made very heavy weather of their first moult; wouldn't eat the feed provided, wandered away from the tribe to forage, looked completely miserable and left me feeling very worried about them.
Come the second full moult most took it in their stride. They still kept away from the rest of the tribe by a few feet but stayed within hearing distance of their rooster. Some prefered to sleep in the nest boxes at the worst part of the moult but went back to normal roosting fairly quickly.
Yes it was. But read my post a few minutes after you posted this question and you will see it was complicated by a lash egg. She roosted throughout but did fall off the roost once in the middle of the night.
I do hope this time is easier on her.
I had no idea what it was and no idea who laid it. Everyone was acting normal and all cameras were deployed monitoring rodents and other, scarier, visitors.
I did research and learned that it was a lash egg – a sign of serious and long standing infection in the reproductive tract. I also learned that it is invariably fatal with the maximum life expectancy of less than 6 months.
I confirmed it was Maggie who laid it. She had stopped laying real eggs and laid one more lash egg a few days later.
Because of Covid I wasn’t allowed in with her but she apparently wandered around the vet’s office investigating everything while she waited for him. The vet-tech was rather taken with her and fed her the blueberries I had brought.
The vet was very kind but confirmed what everyone else had told me which was that she would not live long. He offered to euthanize her but agreed with my view that it was a bit premature as she still had quality of life. I felt reassured that he would be able to put her out of her misery when the time came.
He also educated me about production breeds who are not really expected to live past 2 years. I spent quite a while really upset and furious about that and I still am.
Everyone on this thread was very kind and supportive. @BY Bob encouraged me not to give up on Maggie and at the same time helped me be prepared for the worst.
And I resolved to spend as much time as possible with Maggie and make sure her remaining time was as wonderful as possible.
Maggie visibly declined. She started molting and wouldn’t eat anything that wasn’t alive. I dug for worms, I trapped beetles, and I bought live mealy worms to tempt her to eat. I provided heaps of leaves so she could pick through them for bugs.
I meant to post the other day but we had a four-egg day! That means River is laying! I was a bit worried this morning when she meandered out and wasn’t interested in the layer feed, but she chowed down on people food.
I had no idea what it was and no idea who laid it. Everyone was acting normal and all cameras were deployed monitoring rodents and other, scarier, visitors.
I did research and learned that it was a lash egg – a sign of serious and long standing infection in the reproductive tract. I also learned that it is invariably fatal with the maximum life expectancy of less than 6 months.
I confirmed it was Maggie who laid it. She had stopped laying real eggs and laid one more lash egg a few days later.
Because of Covid I wasn’t allowed in with her but she apparently wandered around the vet’s office investigating everything while she waited for him. The vet-tech was rather taken with her and fed her the blueberries I had brought.
The vet was very kind but confirmed what everyone else had told me which was that she would not live long. He offered to euthanize her but agreed with my view that it was a bit premature as she still had quality of life. I felt reassured that he would be able to put her out of her misery when the time came.
He also educated me about production breeds who are not really expected to live past 2 years. I spent quite a while really upset and furious about that and I still am.
Everyone on this thread was very kind and supportive. @BY Bob encouraged me not to give up on Maggie and at the same time helped me be prepared for the worst.
And I resolved to spend as much time as possible with Maggie and make sure her remaining time was as wonderful as possible.
Maggie visibly declined. She started molting and wouldn’t eat anything that wasn’t alive. I dug for worms, I trapped beetles, and I bought live mealy worms to tempt her to eat. I provided heaps of leaves so she could pick through them for bugs.
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful rendition of Maggie’s amazing life. I’m going to keep this little post deep down in my heart the rest of my life. Maggie is so wonderful.
I’m flying out today. I’m not waiting for these evil wildfires to go away. But I can’t breathe here. I already opened the coop and yes it’s still dark (Jaffar hasn’t even awoken yet) all the feed and water, is fresh and available. My destination today is to buy a Buffalo burger at Catalina Island private airport California. A fresh oceanic flight, might clear up my lungs. I am so tired of breathing the burning forest here.
I had no idea what it was and no idea who laid it. Everyone was acting normal and all cameras were deployed monitoring rodents and other, scarier, visitors.
I did research and learned that it was a lash egg – a sign of serious and long standing infection in the reproductive tract. I also learned that it is invariably fatal with the maximum life expectancy of less than 6 months.
I confirmed it was Maggie who laid it. She had stopped laying real eggs and laid one more lash egg a few days later.
Because of Covid I wasn’t allowed in with her but she apparently wandered around the vet’s office investigating everything while she waited for him. The vet-tech was rather taken with her and fed her the blueberries I had brought.
The vet was very kind but confirmed what everyone else had told me which was that she would not live long. He offered to euthanize her but agreed with my view that it was a bit premature as she still had quality of life. I felt reassured that he would be able to put her out of her misery when the time came.
He also educated me about production breeds who are not really expected to live past 2 years. I spent quite a while really upset and furious about that and I still am.
Everyone on this thread was very kind and supportive. @BY Bob encouraged me not to give up on Maggie and at the same time helped me be prepared for the worst.
And I resolved to spend as much time as possible with Maggie and make sure her remaining time was as wonderful as possible.
Maggie visibly declined. She started molting and wouldn’t eat anything that wasn’t alive. I dug for worms, I trapped beetles, and I bought live mealy worms to tempt her to eat. I provided heaps of leaves so she could pick through them for bugs.
This post is all sorts of wonderful! Maggie and RC, you've made me cry, laugh, and feel awe for your perseverance. RC, I'm glad you have a vet that agreed with the quality of life stance - and what a life!! Impressive hole, Maggie, and that grass doesn't stand a chance against you, you lovely sun worshipper!
But really.. do you have to yell at your mom so often??
@RoyalChick . I do seriously need to get some air. This valley could kill me! And who’s going to take care for my chickens, my horse, and my several properties? Actually, I’m a bit afraid right now.
This post is all sorts of wonderful! Maggie and RC, you've made me cry, laugh, and feel awe for your perseverance. RC, I'm glad you have a vet that agreed with the quality of life stance - and what a life!! Impressive hole, Maggie, and that grass doesn't stand a chance against you, you lovely sun worshipper!
But really.. do you have to yell at your mom so often??
Awww. I have come to the view that she isn’t angry at me. She has opinions and expresses them loudly and repeatedly because she realizes I am probably a bit dim-witted and am therefore slow on the uptake with regard to what she is saying.
Awww. I have come to the view that she isn’t angry at me. She has opinions and expresses them loudly and repeatedly because she realizes I am probably a bit dim-witted and am therefore slow on the uptake with regard to what she is saying.
Maggie, You're my girl! You'd probably fit in nicely with my entire family...we are passionate speakers. Sometimes it sounds like yelling,but it is really just loud and good vocal projecting