Right now I’m
supposed to be sitting on the third deck behind home plate watching the
Minnesota Twins play baseball. Instead,
I’m at home dealing with another coop crisis.
Before I explain, I should just say that this no doubt will become a “first
in a series” post since it’s just the beginning of another “ongoing-situation.” And I should also say that if you are eating,
or squeamish, or eating and squeamish, you should probably not read this.
Roxie the Rhode Island Red |
This time it’s
Roxie the Rhode Island Red. My poor Reds
have just taken a beating lately! I
noticed a couple of days ago that Roxie had some diarrhea—it’s an easy thing to
notice when a bird’s feathers become soiled with poop. When I notice this on just one hen and it’s a
new thing, I keep a watchful eye, but I certainly don’t panic. Hens get diarrhea—sometimes it’s just due to
the heat or “something they ate” and sometimes it’s due to something more
serious. So I watch and wait. Roxie seemed bright-eyed and active so my
concern for her was mild at most.
This
afternoon as I was cleaning the coop I noticed Roxie make a couple of attempts
to hop the short distance into a nest box and fail at both attempts. This is when my concern went up a few notches
and I picked her up for a quick exam.
Her eyes were bright, her comb was a nice bright red, and neither her
crop nor her abdomen felt puffy or distended.
But there was a lot of poopy feathers on her back side, so I flipped her
over to take a closer look and then audibly gasped. She had become fly-blown. Here’s the part you don’t want to read if you’re
squeamish. Sometimes in the summertime
certain flies find their way to hens who are suffering from diarrhea. Flies, as we all know, love poop. So the female fly deposits her eggs on the
poop-laden feathers. When the maggots
hatch, they immediately burrow into the chicken’s skin and create bloody skin
ulcers that are laden with thousands of maggots. A hen can go from normal to fly-blown in 24
hours, and can go from fly-blown to dead in an equally short period of time. Roxie’s back end was teeming with
maggots. I immediately carried her to
the house, took her to the laundry room, and bathed her several times in dog shampoo
and water, removing all the poop and maggots that I could find. I found several large maggot-eaten ulcers around
her vent. I trimmed the feathers around
all the bad spots and treated them all with Veterycin, an antimicrobial for
animals. Then I installed her in a crate
in the basement, and mixed up some probiotic and electrolyte solution to get
her diarrhea under control. After that I
finished cleaning the coops, and in the process checked all of the chickens to
make sure that nobody else was maggot-infested.
It took the rest of my afternoon & most of my evening. Tomorrow morning I’ll start in again and give
Roxie’s ulcers a good wash with betadine and follow up with more
Veterycin. Roxie will be living in the
basement until she heals. Her diarrhea is
not yet under control, there are no doubt more fly eggs that I missed that will
hatch into maggots, and there is the strong possibility that the ulcerated areas
will become infected. She’ll be getting
lots of baths and TLC. I really hope
that this sweet little bird makes it.
Speaking of sweet, my wife, Kathy, scratched the baseball game off her evening's plans and went out and bought Chinese takeout for both of us. I told her later that one thing I'd accomplished today was to grasp two expressions of love: "Love is being willing to pick maggots and poop off your chicken's butt. And love is when you see your husband storm into the house, wild-eyed, ranting, and with a chicken under his arm, and you just calmly do what you need to do." Kathy rolled her eyes and in an aside to our dog said, "You know, Bailey, it sounds like I love him and he loves his chickens." Well, yeah. I do love my chickens. She hit that nail on the head. But I love her kind of a lot, too.
For the rest of Roxie's story, see the post, "Sour Crop and Flystrike: The Little Red Hen Gets Well"
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Sometimes you do what you gotta do. Roxie is lucky to have you! And Kathy is the best Gentleman Chicken Farmer's wife ever! Good luck!
ReplyDeleteYou're a good chicken dad, Randy. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kathy!
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