Let me bring you up to speed. Last week I peeked into the coop to do a head count as I was putting the girls to bed when I noticed Midnight facing backward. Normally they are all huddled on one roosting bar so close together it looks like a 4 headed chicken. Not tonight. I will spare you the gory details but when your chicken has Vent Gleet AKA "nasty butt", you know it! It's basically an avian yeast infection. I rushed inside to Google our situation and find a solution. Erik Kraft over at Too Many Chickens writes a hysterical post about his trials and tribulations with Vent Gleet and I found some good advice here and here.
After we got the 2 year old to bed, we brought Midnight in for her Epsom Salt soak. Our normally skittish chicken willingly came into the house and happily had a 15 minute Epsom Salt soak in the kitchen sink (yes, we completely sterilized the sink and surrounding areas when we were through!) She didn't even struggle. Something was up! Midnight, shrouded in her burqa (she has lofty feathers on her head which cover her whole face), was usually very standoffish and skittish even if we had treats. I still think this behavior was the result of PTSD from being born into a class of 22 first graders. Tonight she was chatty with a few boks here and there and lots of eye contact as if we were having a conversation. After the bath, she got to be blown dry before returning to the coop.
Having a warm soak |
The old Conair 1090 hard at work |
you gently pull on the waddle to get them to open their mouth for medication in this case, a little salt and water to clean out the digestive track. |
We added apple cider vinegar to the girls' water and gave them yogurt to balance out their gut bacteria. We hoped for the best. You can find anything online and I found many articles about Vent Gleet being treatable as well as it being fatal. The next day we did not see much improvement so we did the whole soak routine again. The next day she was not good at all. Very lethargic and not running around like the rest of the flock. Geoff and I looked out the window at the same moment to witness her heaving her last breaths and that was the end of Midnight. That traditional song I'll Fly Away (I kid you not!) was playing in the background as we closed the blind and tried to hide our tears from the little one. At that moment, that song was definitely about chickens. We have been keeping a hawk eye on the flock vents since then and everyone else looks fine. Such is life on the urban homestead.