I woke up to chickens screaming at two this morning.
I wasn't sure what I heard, so I got up and listened at the balcony door. Yep, it was a chicken upset. I got a jacket to cover my PJs, got a flashlight, and ran out to the back. I heard some critter in the bushes as I approached, which always happens (anything from rats to possums to raccoons). Three chickens came tumbling out the door of the coop when I arrived with the light. Stupid chickens, I thought. They're getting up and it's not even morning. They have done this before without incident, so I tried corralling them back into the pen so I could lock them in properly, and it took me a minute to think, The other two ARE still in the coop, aren't they?
They weren't.
I looked around and found one easily enough -- she was hanging out in the hay in a corner of the chicken yard. She seemed fine as I herded her along with the other chickens. She looked ruffled and awful, but she's molting so she looks awful anyway, and she acted pretty normal so I think she's okay. I will give her a closer check in daylight.
But I couldn't find another one -- Sue Flay (Souffl), also known as Fatty Lumpkins, often referred to as DH's girlfriend because she's so friendly and she would follow him around when the chickens used to free range more. She's the leader of the flock, a big barred rock with a sweet, calm demeanor. She was gone.
I headed to the far side of the run and heard some thrashing in the bushes. I called her -- here, chicky chicky chicky, the call when the chickens get treats -- and I heard some clucking and flapping against a wooden fence, which meant she was in the neighbor's yard. I ran up to the street, down the neighbor's driveway (please don't let their youngest wake up and freak out as I run past his window!), and into the back yard. She came right out from behind a bush, but she was panicked, and she staggered across the grass and ran straight into the pool. She instantly became still and I thought, Do chickens swim? Will she drown? I waded in trying to get her, but she floated to where it was too deep for me to walk without soaking my clothes. I almost just dove in after her, but decided to push her over to the side with a pool toy floating in the water. I gathered her up, dripping, got my shoes and flashlight, and took her home.
She's injured. There is a chunk of skin missing from the back of her head about 1x2 inches. One eye was open, but now they both seem swollen and closed, and she's resting in a small cage in my bathroom. When I brought her home and laid her on a mat outside the back door as I put together a convalescence bed for her, she mostly just stayed there without moving. (At one point she listed over and I was afraid she had died.) I put her in the cage and she didn't resist; now she's resting with somewhat labored breathing. (I think that may be because blood has interfered with her normal breathing.) I turned on a heater because she was soaked and I didn't want her to get chilled, but it's fairly warm in the house so I didn't leave it on too long.
I don't know what else to do for her. I don't know if the shock of the injury will be too much for her; I don't know if she can survive the large flesh wound on the back of her head. I don't know if she has other injuries I haven't noticed yet. Time will tell, I suppose. I wish I had some chicken medical knowledge I could apply to at least know what I need to do to make her more comfortable. My vet doesn't treat chickens, but perhaps I can get him to prescribe an antibiotic to try to keep infection at bay. Are there chicken painkillers?
I am so mad at myself for not securing them last night. They have a big run that is not predator-proof, and a small run/coop that is. I should be locking the small run at night so nothing can get in, but when I do the chickens make a bunch of noise in the morning and I'm always afraid it's going to irritate the neighbors. I'm also afraid I'm going to forget to let them out in the morning, leave for work, and not be able to let them out all day. So I have been leaving it open, and now the predictable result has happened. I should have known better.
I am hoping for a chicken recovery. I'm sorry I failed you, poor chicky. I promise to not let it happen again, to you or your sisters.