I noticed how a pale comb and lethargy around noon yesterday and by 4pm she had died.
I normally eyeball my girls in their coop every morning, and I can't remember if I did that and everything seemed normal, or if I missed seeing her in distress. Anyway, I did notice around noon and immediately gave her electrolites and VetRx to buy me time and figure out what she had. While doing that, I noticed in her mouth a white mucus-like stretchy string when I opened her beak. Any idea what that may have been?
A few hours later, I went to the feed store to pick up teramycin and when I got home, she was dead. I am now treating the other girls with this since I'm just not sure what else to do. It doesn't look like any other illness I can pinpoint. One thing I did differently last week was treat their coop with DE (I've read that some thing it's dangerous to chickens' respiratory systems).
I am so sad. She was MY GIRL. Personality galore. Out of my flock of 5, she was the top hen, extremely chatty with me, my gardening shadow, lover of grubs tossed her way. She would climb my son's playset in pursuit of raisins.
I normally eyeball my girls in their coop every morning, and I can't remember if I did that and everything seemed normal, or if I missed seeing her in distress. Anyway, I did notice around noon and immediately gave her electrolites and VetRx to buy me time and figure out what she had. While doing that, I noticed in her mouth a white mucus-like stretchy string when I opened her beak. Any idea what that may have been?
A few hours later, I went to the feed store to pick up teramycin and when I got home, she was dead. I am now treating the other girls with this since I'm just not sure what else to do. It doesn't look like any other illness I can pinpoint. One thing I did differently last week was treat their coop with DE (I've read that some thing it's dangerous to chickens' respiratory systems).
I am so sad. She was MY GIRL. Personality galore. Out of my flock of 5, she was the top hen, extremely chatty with me, my gardening shadow, lover of grubs tossed her way. She would climb my son's playset in pursuit of raisins.