Sad and kind of grizzly post warning...
I lost Joker last week, Thursday the 5th. About 3 weeks prior she seemed very slightly off, so I brought her in, and out of nowhere she started projectile vomiting fluid with blood in it. After a few panicked hours, she turned out to have the avian version of pneumothorax, which is when air is leaking out of somewhere in the respirtory system (whether lung or air sac) and seeping into places where it shouldn't with no place to escape, which in turn puts pressure on the lungs and air sacs making breathing progressively harder. The air eventually materialized in a place near her crop where I could feel a bubble that didn't belong and I was able to extract it without harming any organs. I removed about 3ml of air. That act bought her the rest of the time that I had with her, and she recovered rapidly and went back to being her mischeivous, bouncy self with her flock for a couple weeks. She was so active she seemed to really long for the outside rather than being stuck in the house. But then eventually the same thing...she seemed a bit slow, I separated her...but this time she developed a rattle and when it became clear where to remove the air, I removed over 30ml and it didn't seem to stop. It was enough to let her breath easily again and let her rest with me for another few hours...and then she had a heart attack and died in my arms.
Joker was a very special hen to me. I am really going to miss her jumping on my shoulder, and when I ask "who's that?", her giving me a little boop on the head as if to say "you know who it is!" RIP my sweet girl. This is the last photo I have of her from when she was recovering from the first round. She was happily eating mash and kicking it all over the floor.
She is survived by her enormous goof of a son, Speedy. Although I initially had a hard time believing he was her offspring because of his gotta-go-fast obsession as a chick, as he has matured he really has gotten a lot of her personality and continues to get a bit more like her every day.