It took me awhile to write this post because I’m still a little choked up. I lost my 2 biggest girls 2 days apart last week. As my vet said, funny thing about chickens is sometimes they just die!
As some of you know it was very hot last week, over 90 degrees the whole week and reached 100 degrees at least once. Chickens usually do well until it starts to go over 85. That’s when shade sails and fans come into play to keep it shady and the air moving. We wet down the run with water to cool the soil and the girls will dig a shallow hole and lay in it like your dog does to beat the heat. We put ice in their waterer and snack them with frozen blue berries. I even cut up slices of zucchini and froze it in a cake pan of water to give them something cold to peck on.
I’m telling you this because the only thing these 2 beautiful girls had in common is they were both the largest girls in the hen house. Our Black Aussie was the one who gave Stewart the rooster a run for his money on Valentines Day as she was a lot bigger than him. I don’t think he ever outgrew her. She was a vey heavy girl and a challenge to pick up! Same with our Buff. This was a picture of her last year but she got so big this year she waddled everywhere she walked.
I just think the heat was a little too much for the two girls.The vet explained overheating can cause a heart attack. So sad……..
Rest in peace…….
It was a tough week. My mother has been in the hospital and the doctors have been challenged on what exactly is going on with her.
As I escaped into my flock to bring me a little peace and laughter I noticed Little Ms. Peeps hanging around at my feet. I found her the morning before sleeping in the poop tray laying under the other chickens. She is always getting pecked by the other hens.
It suddenly dawned on me……the chickens will be laying eggs soon and I have a special chicken with a medical problem and don’t know how laying eggs will impact her. I decided it was time to have Ms. Peeps looked at by a professional. I started looking for a vet who would work with chickens and I could not believe how hard it was. Pet vets don’t deal with chickens and farm vets only deal with livestock. I finally reached a receptionist at a farm vet who told me about a mobile vet who worked with chickens. I researched her and she was a perfect match for us. She was educated and specialized in wild birds, having also done wild bird rescue and she has her own chickens. We also have one thing in common. Her focus is doing the right thing for the animals.
The vet was the best! She picked up Peeps who immediately took to her. After her exam she had bad news. Little Miss Peeps had a bone disease that caused micro-fractures to occur with any significant impact. She was probably in pain. The reason her body was smaller than the other chickens is her body was using all it’s nutrients fixing her fractures. I was devastated, but knew in advance we might find something that would lead us to let her go to the golden roosting bar in the sky.
Rest in peace Little Miss Peeps, we are going to miss your strange little antics.