- Jun 6, 2017
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After I had left for work Thursday morning, my boyfriend, Jake, found little Rudy barely breathing in the coop. He was undoubtedly moments away from losing his life. Jake called to tell me what had happened, and knowing that he had to leave, I left work early to rush home and see what was going on. Was it illness? Injury? Are the other chickens okay?
Turns out, he had a heat stroke. And it was not pretty. He was convulsing, unresponsive, and had a weak, craning neck. We wrapped him in a cold towel with ice cubes underneath, and pumped him full of Pedialyte every 10 minutes. I stayed up to care for him through the night. I was positive he wasn't going to make it.
And now, he's eating his yogurt mixed with electrolytes and mushy food all by himself...although he still wants me to spoon feed it to him.
My point is, the heat is nothing to sneeze at. It may not be as hot in Flagstaff as it is in other parts of AZ, but it still hurt this sweet little boy. Even with plenty of water available, I had no idea what he was going through until it was almost too late.
Also, never give up. Your chicken may recover no matter how unlikely it seems! Love can do wonderous things <3