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HiEverybirdy
Crowing
It's been quite a week in chickenland. Monday morning, Frida Bakawlo wouldn't come off the roost. It was the first morning under freezing, so I wasn't concerned at first, until an hour later when she was still there, eyes closed, hunched up over a splat of yellow diarrhea.
I picked her off the roost to check her over. Swore I felt an egg, but just then, she woke up and flapped off to pretend to eat something. After pretending to eat, she went into the yard and pretended to be normal...for 1 minute. Then she closed her eyes and stood still.
Long story short, there was no egg, and it turns out bright yellow poop is a bad sign even if it's not yolk from an egg broken inside a chicken. Long story long, it took a while for me to confirm there was no egg, since I'm a noob and not very familiar with chicken anatomy. By that time, she'd had a couple nice epsom soaks, a quiet day in the warm house and wasn't better, so I decided to take poop to a vet to see if they could find anything remarkable.
They did: roundworms again. The flock was wormed 3 months ago for the same type. I never thought the worms would come back this badly so soon. Furthermore, it was shocking how everyone was normal one day, and the next, Frida was at death's door. My theory is worms built up in her intestine to the point where they may have blocked it, and her digestive system was shutting down.
Her crop did seem to be emptying slowly, and she wasn't pooping a lot of solids that first day, which may have indicated some kind of blockage and/or that she had been pretending to eat for longer than I realized. Though her weight and keel bone felt normal, and I believe she was laying regularly in the past week. So it probably hadn't been too long. The situation may have simply been brought to a head by the stress of sudden freezing temperatures.
Interestingly, her comb has stayed its regular deep pink throughout, but for about 24 hours, her tail was wayyy down and she was hunched up, eyes closed, not interested in much of anything. Monday night, when I got home from the vet, the sun had set, but I flipped on a light and started her on Panacur water immediately per the vet's instructions. Luckily, that's one of the only moments that day she decided she was thirsty. Tuesday morning, I started the rest of the flock on it, bummed to do that to them while 2 are definitely molting, but it's better than letting the worms catch up to anyone else. Meanwhile, Frida was already slightly better.
By Tuesday night, her eyes were open for longer periods of time. By Wednesday morning, she was more interested in food and her poops were solid again. I brought her out to see the flock through the fence each afternoon and get a little sun: 5 minutes Tuesday, 10 minutes Wednesday. Today, she was able to hang out with the flock and forage for over an hour. Her tail was high as could be, and she kept purring as they walked around, the way the flock always used to purr when they would nap together in the brooder. I don't know exactly what the purring means but it sounds happy. She seemed elated to spend time with the flock.
She looked so good I thought about letting her stay outside tonight but don't trust it yet. I want to see her eat more, and while her poops are solid, the urates are still suspiciously yellow. I hope we caught this in time for her to make a full recovery. Back to the warm study she went, and after eating and drinking a little more, she took a long nap.
Certainly a cautionary tale about worms, though I'm not exactly sure how to move forward. Do I worm every 2 months so this hopefully doesn't happen again, filling the birds with harsh chemicals and throwing away hundreds of eggs a year during egg-withdrawal periods? Do they grow more resilient against worms as they age? I'm reading a lot of conflicting info. I'm actually happy to rotate their ground in the future, but we live in the woods, and I think parasites are just a part of life here.
Not totally looking for answers right now but this post has become kind of a Black Langshan journal so thought I'd update it. For now, Frida's still with us, in the role of house chicken and coworker (she lives in my study) until she has bounced firmly back to her old, beat-of-her-own-drum chicken self.
Here's a picture of Frida enjoying a warm epsom foot bath. She liked these so much I did them even after I knew she wasn't eggbound. Seemed to raise her spirits.
I picked her off the roost to check her over. Swore I felt an egg, but just then, she woke up and flapped off to pretend to eat something. After pretending to eat, she went into the yard and pretended to be normal...for 1 minute. Then she closed her eyes and stood still.
Long story short, there was no egg, and it turns out bright yellow poop is a bad sign even if it's not yolk from an egg broken inside a chicken. Long story long, it took a while for me to confirm there was no egg, since I'm a noob and not very familiar with chicken anatomy. By that time, she'd had a couple nice epsom soaks, a quiet day in the warm house and wasn't better, so I decided to take poop to a vet to see if they could find anything remarkable.
They did: roundworms again. The flock was wormed 3 months ago for the same type. I never thought the worms would come back this badly so soon. Furthermore, it was shocking how everyone was normal one day, and the next, Frida was at death's door. My theory is worms built up in her intestine to the point where they may have blocked it, and her digestive system was shutting down.
Her crop did seem to be emptying slowly, and she wasn't pooping a lot of solids that first day, which may have indicated some kind of blockage and/or that she had been pretending to eat for longer than I realized. Though her weight and keel bone felt normal, and I believe she was laying regularly in the past week. So it probably hadn't been too long. The situation may have simply been brought to a head by the stress of sudden freezing temperatures.
Interestingly, her comb has stayed its regular deep pink throughout, but for about 24 hours, her tail was wayyy down and she was hunched up, eyes closed, not interested in much of anything. Monday night, when I got home from the vet, the sun had set, but I flipped on a light and started her on Panacur water immediately per the vet's instructions. Luckily, that's one of the only moments that day she decided she was thirsty. Tuesday morning, I started the rest of the flock on it, bummed to do that to them while 2 are definitely molting, but it's better than letting the worms catch up to anyone else. Meanwhile, Frida was already slightly better.
By Tuesday night, her eyes were open for longer periods of time. By Wednesday morning, she was more interested in food and her poops were solid again. I brought her out to see the flock through the fence each afternoon and get a little sun: 5 minutes Tuesday, 10 minutes Wednesday. Today, she was able to hang out with the flock and forage for over an hour. Her tail was high as could be, and she kept purring as they walked around, the way the flock always used to purr when they would nap together in the brooder. I don't know exactly what the purring means but it sounds happy. She seemed elated to spend time with the flock.
She looked so good I thought about letting her stay outside tonight but don't trust it yet. I want to see her eat more, and while her poops are solid, the urates are still suspiciously yellow. I hope we caught this in time for her to make a full recovery. Back to the warm study she went, and after eating and drinking a little more, she took a long nap.
Certainly a cautionary tale about worms, though I'm not exactly sure how to move forward. Do I worm every 2 months so this hopefully doesn't happen again, filling the birds with harsh chemicals and throwing away hundreds of eggs a year during egg-withdrawal periods? Do they grow more resilient against worms as they age? I'm reading a lot of conflicting info. I'm actually happy to rotate their ground in the future, but we live in the woods, and I think parasites are just a part of life here.
Not totally looking for answers right now but this post has become kind of a Black Langshan journal so thought I'd update it. For now, Frida's still with us, in the role of house chicken and coworker (she lives in my study) until she has bounced firmly back to her old, beat-of-her-own-drum chicken self.
Here's a picture of Frida enjoying a warm epsom foot bath. She liked these so much I did them even after I knew she wasn't eggbound. Seemed to raise her spirits.