Learning from Loss of White Leghorn

Sunday at my house was a sobering affair; but not entirely unexpected. For the last few weeks, one of our white leghorns was a little "off". There were no real symptoms to diagnose, I'd just notice her hanging back from the others and being slow to get off the perch in the morning. My husband and I thought maybe the winter was harder on her than normal, but frankly, it's been a really mild winter. So, I kept an eye out for her and waited. This was one of our original chickens, so I knew, she's getting older and things can happen.

Then on Saturday evening, the kids were helping to put the chickens away for the night. They picked up our leghorn who, for some reason, was hanging out by the dog's water bowl. When they picked her up, she "threw up" all over them. I had never heard of this before and considered this suspicious.


On Sunday morning, she was slow to get off her perch and I just had a bad feeling. About an hour later, I went to check on her and, sure enough, I found her on the floor of the coop. She wasn't dead, but she wasn't moving a lot either. I picked her up, took her inside and put her in a box lined with chips. What I did notice was that her crop was full, even though it was morning. It wasn't hard like she had eaten lots of food, it was watery like a balloon.

I started looking up these symptoms online and found that she probably had a condition called sour crop which is caused when a chicken's crop doesn't empty fully overnight causing the food to ferment and a fungal infection to occur. I found lots of home remedies but many of them seemed cruel and dangerous. The common theme was that we had to make our white leghorn "throw up" her crop and then start her on some antibiotics. If things didn't improve, a vet visit would be necessary. So my husband held her at a downward angle, but not upside down, and I gently massaged her crop toward her downward-facing mouth. Immediately fluid came flowing out of her beak, lots of fluid. I made sure not to do this more than 20 seconds and that none of it went back into her lungs. After it was over, she seemed greatly relieved and her crop was much smaller.


I was cautiously optimistic, but had the nagging worry that she was too far along to be helped. And, I was right. Hours later, I found her dead in her box. While sad, I was glad her last hours were comfortable, safely tucked in her box in the warmth and filtered sunlight of my laundry room. I was also thankful for the lesson she taught me. From now on, I'll know to look for "hidden" signs, like a watery crop in the morning. You can bet that if this ever happens again, I'll be on top of it!

Last evening, we buried our white leghorn beneath a sycamore tree overlooking our chicken coop and I said goodbye to an old friend.

Weekend Drive in the Country

We did a little exploring in the country this weekend and found chicken coops for sale, fresh eggs for sale, a covered bridge and the beauty of nature...

Breed Profile - New Hampshire Red

We've got one New Hampshire, Big Red, and she's the best. This is actually our second time having New Hampshires in our flock and we've never been disappointed with this breed.


Big Red on a stroll through the yard.

Originally developed in the state of New Hampshire, these are beautiful chestnut red birds that grow quickly and lay large brown eggs. If you've ever raised Rhode Island Reds, you'll notice that New Hamphires look similar. That's because this breed originated with Rhode Island Reds.
 
Big Red and our Buff Orpington (behind) are two of our most friendly chickens.
Big Red is a favorite in our flock. If I'm in the yard, she's always near me. And at night, she's protective of the rest of the flock. She usually waits until everyone is safely inside the coop before turning in herself. Big Red loves to curl up in my lap and get petted. She's friendly and a frequent egg layer. Who could ask for more!

Wildlife Wednesdays: Chickens Provide Food for Mouse

It's February 1st and amazingly it's 60 degrees outside. So, after walking a couple miles with the dog this morning, I took some time to pet Cleo, one of our three outdoor cats. I perched myself on the platform for our backyard slide and she curled up on my lap. It was then that I realized that our backyard cats have not been doing their job. And our chickens have been more than generous with their food. Expertly tucked under the lip of our slide was a stash of the scratch grains that I throw out for the chickens. I'm sure some enterprising mouse realized our outside cats weren't much of a worry and decided that's where his winter stash of food should be located.
So, I say kudos to that little mouse. And, to my backyard cats, "Get to Work!"
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