Sad morning here. I had to put Oreo down. She was in a heavy molt and not acting herself. She was moving a little slower than usual, but I figured it was the molt. I should have examined her closely, but life's been busy. Last night & yesterday afternoon, I noticed her crop was full. I didn't think much of it b/c orps like to have full crops - especially before bed. She's normally goes straight to bed as soon as I let the laced girls out of the tractor. She was hanging out by the feeder and lethargic. I put her up on the roost where she normally sleeps. No breathing issues, eyes were clear, nostrils were fine, no signs of mites, not egg bound, just a full crop and hard molt.
This morning, she was in the same spot & her crop was still full. Uh Oh. She didn't want to stand and was very weak. My poor girl had a slow/sour crop and was starving, near death. She looked so miserable, and I knew she was dying. My morning plans had to change and I chose to put her down. I wanted to do an autopsy to see if it was a disease. (I've had a lot of people here to buy chicks & even though they stay in the front part of the yard, there are things like Merecks that can travel on clothing/shoes.)
The good news is that the organs looked normal except for some fat between the skin & muscle. Oreo always liked her scratch grains. No lice or mites, and no evidence of an overload or worms. Heart, lungs, & liver were the proper size & color. The bad news is that the crop & gizzard were packed full & smelled a little sour. Lots of long grass. My poor baby. It was sour crop. If I had caught it sooner, perhaps I could have treated it. Chickens hide their symptoms and I honestly thought my outgoing, friendly girl was hanging back like all chickens do when they molt. I didn't pick her up because molting hens don't enjoy being touched. That was my mistake and my fault which cost dear Oreo her life.
She was a beautiful hen and very personable. I loved her round little body and sweet face. She was a gentle hen who enjoyed cuddles and treats. She was very easy-going and happy to be in the middle of the pecking order - never bullied others or got bullied. Her BFF was Double Stuff and I'll always remember how the two girls would roam the yard together - never more than a couple feet from each other.
RIP sweet Oreo.
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