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Clucking_Caramel
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She just passed away as we were bringing her inside. Yes she drank the apple Cider vinegar herself.
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She just passed away as we were bringing her inside. Yes she drank the apple Cider vinegar herself.
I know this is an older thread - over a month old - but I have to add a footnote, here. This post may well have just saved my sweetest rooster's life!This is a good way to 'drown' a bird...the fluid ends up in their lungs and they die.
Did she drink the ACV on her own?
Here's some good info about crop issues and how to treat them:
https://www.backyardchickens.com/ar...w-to-know-which-one-youre-dealing-with.73607/
https://www.backyardchickens.com/ar...ntion-and-treatments-of-crop-disorders.67194/
When I first noticed the "stale wine" smell on Pippin, he couldn't stand up. He kept laying down and would stagger when he walked. His lack of coordination suggested something more sinister. That was another reason I questioned the "sour crop" diagnosis, at first. Once he started with the miconazole, which the little goof pecks right off my finger with no hesitation, he's now back to his usual perky, happy, spoiled self. He's still a little thinner than I'd like, but there are absolutely no signs of the lost appetite, lethargy or poor coordination. I still plan to continue the treatment for the full seven days, but his recovery is nothing short of miraculous ... until you consider DD's theory:That really threw me off, especially because the sweet scent was vaguely familiar. I knew I'd smelled it before, but couldn't place it. When I tossed he lap towel I'd used into the laundry, I commented that it smelled like our rec-room after one of my brother's crazy teenage parties ... of stale munchies and spilled beer. Then I remembered what his treat block was full of ... munchies, raisins & cranberries. The proverbial lights blared to life ... Pippin smelled like stale, overly sweet, homemade wine!