The Chicken Chronicles ... Momma always told me to have a little "Chicken Soup" to fight off a cold.
I know it looks bad. I'm sure it is wrong. But what you have to understand is that this little pullet was ringing death's doorbell just 3 days ago.
I found her in a corner of our coup (she is a member of our younger pullet flock) with her back to the wall, head tucked under a wing, eyes closed, limp comb and unable to stand. I had been out of town for a few days and this little girl took it rough (really, it had nothing to do with me). I thought for sure I would be dealing with a loss to our flock when Saturday morning rolled around, but she was still breathing so we began the fight to save her.
Saturday:
I cleaned up her beak to make sure her nostrils were not clogged, filled a plastic medication plunger with unflavored Pedialyte, opened up her beak and started the rehydration process a few drops at a time giving her time to swallow. After the first tablespoon she actually started opening her beak for me to put more Pedialyte in for her. Next, I gave her a little room temp green machine Naked Juice. She didn't like it (they never do).
She needed a bath (badly). She was still unable to stand, but her digestive system was working so you can imagine her back end was not in good shape. A warm soak, a little Dawn and a good rinse resulted in a better smell and a cleared vent.
Sunday:
Yet again, I expected to find a deceased pullet the next morning, but she was a little better again. We went through the same drill, but this time I added a little Plain Greek Yogurt for protein.
Monday:
I know I sound like a broken record, but ... I really expected her to pass and we considered euthanizing her. However, today when I went in to check on her she was turned the opposite direction meaning that she had waddled, turned, rolled, something and her eyes were open.
I know she needs protein to get stronger and solid food seems to be a bit out of reach for her still, so I thought I can probably use the medicine plunger with cream soup ... she liked it ... she really liked it.
Tuesday (tomorrow):
Honestly, I'm a bit hopeful. Maybe she will make it out of the woods. As soon as she is back on her feet she will be getting a good worming and close monitoring before returning to her flock.
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