I had a horrible, stressful morning. It was storming here and my husband went to do errands, said to wait to go to the barn and he'd help me with chores when he got back. The rain let up around 9 a.m. so I decided to go out anyway and I'm glad I did. Atlas's pen is the first on the left and I usually plug in a light on dark days that shines into his pen, but I was having trouble getting the plug into the outlet in the dark. He was sitting on the floor sort of behind/under the roost bar, as per usual when he either loses his balance and falls off or jumps off before I get out there to do chores and he crowed. I said, "Hang on, buddy, I'm getting your light". Then I went to the last pen, checked on Cricket and her chicks, then to Druscilla and Mina's pen, got her some fresh water and food, went to Hector's and gave his girls some of the scratch grains he waits for every morning, then back to Atlas to give him some of that, too, before I started the cleanup-he loves the corn and the dried peas, especially. When I opened his pen door, I found him leaning against the wall by the waterer, head down, semi-collapsed, comb almost black. I immediately grabbed him before he fell, sat on the floor, pulled him between my legs and pushed lots of shavings underneath him. He laid with his eyes closed, just breathing quietly. I sat and sat and sat. Occasionally, he would gasp or twitch and I just talked to him. Sat for what felt like an hour, hoping Tom would come through the barn door. The landline in my pocket was dead, the steel barn interfering with the signal so I couldn't even use the intercom feature.
Finally, I yelled so the baby monitor in the back would hopefully pick it up, "Tom, if you're home, come to the barn NOW!" I had to yell a few times. Apparently, he had just gotten back, was putting away the cold stuff and heard me say something over the receiver so he came to the barn and found me on the floor cradling Atlas between my legs (which were pretty much gone and my back, ugh). I had been sitting with my guy for over an hour, with what I thought was a dying Atlas. Tom started doing the chores for me when suddenly, Atlas jerked and tried to get up. So I let him while keeping my hands on him. He was very shaky, his color horribly dark, but he was up and began to groom himself. Then, he crowed and crowed and crowed....and crowed some more. I thought I was going to have to announce that the King of the Barn was gone. And I still may have to make that announcement. I believe he had some sort of stroke. After all, he's 8 1/2 years old, our longest surviving BR rooster to date. When they begin having these episodes, their time is short, in my experience. My big Buff Orp/RIR cross hen, Meg, had a few episodes that would lay her flat out on the ground, her eyes vacant, then she'd recover and stand up and seem fine. Not long after that, she passed on so I expect Atlas won't be with us too much longer. I mean, he was literally out for over an hour, which is a very long time. My big, sweet protector, he's out there crowing now, telling Hector not to celebrate just yet.