Hazel is sick. She doesn’t want to come out of the coop and when she does, she just sort of stands there. She’s lethargic and sad. She doesn’t want to eat or drink. Poor, poor ridiculous little fluffball. She has me quite worried, silly thing.
I noticed her being a little off on Saturday and mentioned it to John Ramos of Urban Chicken, Inc. when I saw him at a chicken conference. (Yes, that’s a thing. I’ll tell you all about it later.) John told me to check her nose to see if there was any goop. So I did. And there was. Crusty, yellow drainage.
Chickens are susceptible to myraid ailments, with several respiratory illnesses among them. There is a lot of Scary Stuff on the internet, so I try not to use the Chicken Internet Hive Mind (aka every Facebook group out there) for diagnosis. The groups are interesting and entertaining but often have conflicting info and old wives’ tales plus a bit of Tin Foil Hat Syndrome.
Let me backtrack a bit. When I first bought my house two and a half years ago, it occurred to me that I could have chickens. How whimsical! I am such an urban hippie! But I’m nothing if not a planner, so to the internet I went. I wanted to know EVERYTHING. Risks, rewards, commitment (financial, physical, time, emotional, life expectancy). When you take on the care of any living thing, you need to know what you’re getting into.
So, while I may not be quick to jump into the fray of “Hey internet, what’s wrong with my chicken”, I also made sure I knew of a local vet that could care for my girls if needed. PLUS, the BEST part is John and Sam at Urban Chicken. They aren’t vets, but they love chickens and they GET chickens. They have done some chicken-sitting for me, and I got Betty and Rosie from John. Sam gave a talk at the conference on Saturday about holistic chicken care (which means not defaulting to antibiotics for everything) so when John said Sam could come take a look at Hazel (when I called him in a bit of a panic yesterday morning because she was Not Right), I was super relived.
Sam came over in the evening and being the chicken whisperer that he is, checked her out, observed her for a long time, asked me questions. In her case, we ARE going to go ahead and treat her with Tylan 200, and antibiotic, for a few days to try to knock out whatever it is. That will mean dosing her via the water supply, which also means dosing the rest of the flock. That’s actually sensible in this case, because whatever it is is likely contagious so we are going to get in front of it. I won’t be able to eat any of their eggs for a week or so, but since those bitches aren’t laying any yet, I should be fine.
The hardest part of it all is that I’m on a plane now and will be gone for work for the rest of the week. John and Sam were lined up for chicken-sitting for a couple of days anyway, so we are adding two more days so they can dose the girls and keep a caring, watchful eye on little Hazel. I trust them to give it to me straight and do what’s best for my pets. I’m so glad they are in my village.