She wasn’t standing at the back door like she often is, waiting for me to sit down so she can hop on my lap and fall asleep. She was lying stiff and quiet on the soft straw beneath the alpaca shelter. No sign of injury. Shirley had just passed away sometime during the day.
Meanwhile, Mahalia was standing still, her backside tucked, lethargic. Now, we’ve had our questions about Mahalia before. Soon after she grew up we wondered if she had an egg stuck when she took that stance. If you haven’t read it, it was quite a fiasco. She has never laid solid eggs. This is her third year of laying occasional slips of eggs. Suddenly, she was paralyzed, scooting her way around on her side with her wing. Burrowing into a nesting box. Her breast bone protruding, her stomach bloated and hot. I have no idea how to euthanize a chicken. This morning she is still moving her head.
Yesterday, Ethel did not run for the fence as usual. She is lethargic. She didn’t run from us. Seems tired. Dead this morning.
These three were among our eldest chickens, in their third year, but not what I considered old per se. No one knows. Elizabeth asked if we fed them green beans or potatoes. Someone working at the feed store told us of a gruesome way to kill them but had no ideas as to why they were sick. Sandy looked in her chicken first aid book. Nothing.
I do hope these are all separate incidences. That they are just getting older. That I will not start slowly losing my entire flock.
Any ideas out there?
Turns out there is a pretty bad upper respiratory virus hitting chickens in this area that is carried in on people’s shoes. We have added a good amount of my herbal anti-biotic to their water with hopes that we can nip this is the bud! Thank you so much for all of the responses and the concern! I love a good homesteading community, international and local, that can help solve problems and cheer each other on.