My heart sank as soon as I opened up the coop doors to let everyone out for the morning. Every morning the routine is the same and this morning was no different. Wake up, pad downstairs, throw my particularly ugly Crocs on ... and let the chickens out for the day.
The chickens wake up about 2 hours before I do so by the time I get downstairs they're all waiting by the door anxious to get their jam packed day of scratching, pooping and lounging underway. Chickens: the men of the animal world.
So when there were only 3 chickens instead of 4 at the door this particular morning I knew something bad was waiting for me. If it had been Cheez Whiz, Mabel or Josephine that was missing I wouldn't have thought a thing about it. I'd know they were just in the nesting box laying an egg. But the missing chicken was Cuddles. Cuddles doesn't lay anymore, giving up on that after her near death experience last summer. She now spends her time like most retirees do. Snacking and napping. And playing golf.
I let the other chickens outside, then took a peek inside the roost where the chickens sleep. Cuddles was still up on her roost with her head down looking sad. But she jumped down when she saw me and slowly made her way outside.
Because it seems like she has issues with laying internally she gets icky feeling the odd time, but once she passes a hunk of solidified egg yolk, she's back to normal. It usually takes a half a day to a day and I figured that's what the problem was. So I went about my day checking on her the odd time. She was not active, just sitting all day in one spot looking very lethargic.
You have to keep in mind that chickens can go from sick to dead in 24 hours so if one isn't feeling well you really have to pay attention. By 3 in the afternoon or so I noticed she was standing up and picking at her bum. Which is good, because if a chicken can be bothered to groom themselves then they aren't in that bad of shape. A chicken about to die doesn't dust bathe or groom, they just sit and wait to die.
When I went over to take a closer look at her, happy she was standing, I was in no way prepared for what I was about to see.
As it turns out Cuddles didn't have what I thought. She wasn't sick from laying internally. She had Flystrike. What that means is when I picked Cuddles up to give her the once over I was in for the kind of shock normally reserved for page 284 of any Stephen King novel.
Coming out of Cuddles' vent were hundreds of worms. Only they weren't worms. They were maggots. And her entire back end was COVERED in them. I was holding a chicken that had a mass of pulsating, writhing maggots.
Holy shit.
You know how you feel about maggots? That's how I feel about maggots.
Seriously. Who the F*CK decided keeping chickens was a good idea? WHOOOOO??? Ack. Me. It was me. (Sorry about the disguised swear word there Betty, but I dare you to say anything different with an ass full of maggots inches from your face)
Luckily it was a really hot day so I could run the hose all over Cuddles at full blast to get rid of the maggots. I also had to don a pair of surgical gloves to hand pick them out. Getting rid of the maggots took over half an hour because they'd crawl INTO her to escape the water.
Finally they were all gone and I could get a good look at her. The maggots had eaten a hole in Cuddles, just below her vent where they were literally eating her from the inside out. Not dead tissue. LIVE tissue. Flystrike normally hits sheep but can also attack chickens. Obviously. I dried her off, wrapped her in a towel and applied WonderDust wound powder to keep it dry and unattractive to more flies.
Flystrike is deadly for a few reasons. The maggots will literally eat the guts out of the chicken AND the maggots have a toxin on them that poisons the chicken basically. There's also the risk of infection etcetera, etcetera. I kept my eye on Cuddles for the next few days and she was fine.
Until she wasn't.
You see these maggots have several stages of pupation and before I knew it, she was being eaten by maggots again. Lesson to you ... if you have a chicken that gets Flystrike, check them several times a day for at least a week to make sure they aren't infested again.
The second time I realized she had Flystrike was around 5 days after the initial attack. I had to go through everything again, removing the maggots and washing her completely. This time it wasn't warm out though so I had to keep her inside the house to make sure she stayed warm. The maggots gave her a fever probably from infection so she needed to be extra warm. I don't know when the last time you blow dried a chicken but I can tell you it takes about the same amount of time it takes to find a bathing suit that looks good on you after the age of 17. Hours. HOURS.
The next morning I went to see a local vet that advises me the odd time something goes wrong with my chickens. He told me to keep her inside for a few days so I could keep a close eye on her, so she wouldn't be picked on by the other chickens and so she'd be away from alllll flies (more on my hatred of them later).
I also decided to give her antibiotics. I had some left over from her episode last year, plus got a new prescription from my vet.
To get her to take the antibiotics I diluted them in water and then put scraps of spinach and raisins to soak in it. She would both drink the antibiotic water and eat the antibiotic laced raisins and greens.
By the next morning she was a bit better but still obviously sick.
By that night she was feeling well enough to know that laying on the floor wasn't fun and hopped up into my pantry when it came time to roost.
By the third night she was feeling perfect, had a great appetite and the only trace that maggots had been around was the plum sized scab under her vent where the maggots had attacked her. I knew when she jumped up on my shoe cabinet to roost for the night she would be O.K. to put outside the next night.
This all happened a few weeks ago. I don't have any pictures of the maggots because my concern was fixing Cuddles, not taking photos. Also, I was 90% sure this was going to kill her and didn't really want to document her death walk if I didn't have to.
Which brings us to this question.
HOW DOES A CHICKEN GET FLYSTRIKE?
Flies are attracted to crap. Chicken coops/runs are filled with crap no matter how often you clean the run. Certain chickens have a tendency to have poopy bums. Cheez Whiz and Cuddles are two such chickens.
No matter how hard they try, these two always have poop on their bums. They always have and I imagine they always will.
My two copper Marans on the other hand have never once had poop on their bums.
You could literally smash your face into their puffy bums with no fear of feces.
Flies are attracted to the poop on chickens bums and if given a chance will lay their eggs right there. The eggs then hatch into the world's most hospitable maggot condo: the chicken anus.
Once they're there, they aren't leaving until they've eaten a big hole in your chicken, made you a gagging twitching pile of goo and generally turned your life into a horror movie of a maggoty mess.
In fact the only thing more revolting than the maggoty mess is the homemade fly trap that I made to combat the fly problem. More on that and the other 2 fly traps I tested in the next post.
The moral of this story? There are very few situations a little cuddle and the word f*ck can't fix. And of course in certain situations a round of antibiotics can't hurt either.
Update: Since this post, little Cuddles has died, but it wasn't from Flystrike. She had a long term bout with egg yolk peritonitis. The last day of her life had the potential to be one of the worst days of both our lives, but the world's kindest vet came to the rescue.
Ev Wilcox
Who cares about the "F" word when dealing with an ailing pet? Not me! So sorry you both had to go through this. Poor both of you. I am sure you are distressed as much as Cuddles was in pain. Good luck with it all. You are a wonderful chicken mama. Wishing you the best, a fellow lover of animals.
Liz
I was clenching muscles during this post read that I didn't know I had... shudder. uuuuhhhhhh! Way to go, Cuddles! And extreme kudos to your mom, Karen. gross gross gross.
Jodi T.
I'm so glad she's ok!!! I've been wondering how they were doing.
Shirley
Chicken butt check time tonight! Oh Lord!! I wormed them last night by injection down the throat. That was not fun. May as well check out the other end tonight! I didn't realize how important a clean butt is for them. A couple of mine have poopy butts too. I think it is the type of feathers they have.
Kiara
WOW. Cuddles is lucky to have you. I love reading your posts and seeing the affection with which you care for your verboten chickens.
Donna
No chickens or slop buckets for me !
Debbie
Sadly, I read this just before breakfast. No breakfast today. Thank you for the no pictures part, though your very descriptive writing (which I usually love) made for a gagging visual. I now know something I could have lived the rest of my life happily not knowing.
I am glad to know that Cuddles is okay to snack, nap and play golf another day.
Aldo [El Blog del Decorador]
I´ve had sick chickens before, but this is way more disgusting that I could ever imagine.
Poor cuddles, thankfully she´s better now :)
Barbie
Oh poor Cuddles! I am so glad she made it. She is a VERY fortunate Chicky......to have you for an owner! Bless her sweet lil chicken heart!
Helene
If I tell this story to the resident man there's just no way in hell he'll ever let me have hens. HUSH! (Glad you both made it through!)
Ella
Poor Cuddles and poor You! Glad you both made it through it!
Jennifer
In a not-great 1997 movie, Meg Ryan defined love to Matthew Broderick. Trust me...it's relevant:
http://www.yourepeat.com/watch/?v=m-5SGalKxB4
Kelly
YUK! YUK! YUK!.....I really hate the visual of maggots (especially while I'm eating my breakfast), not to mention on a bum!
I think you need t0 include an alert before some of your posts that suggest readers put down their snacks before proceeding.....lol
I'm happy to hear that Cuddles has pulled through once again.
Kudos to you also for the write up in the recent Costco Connection on blogging. It was great to see that awesome picture of you holding Cuddles sitting in your new kitchen once again.
Congrats!
Jan in Waterdown
OK, I am never getting any chickens . . .
Never.
Ever.
Karen you are a far far better woman than I.
Had maggots once in the cupboard under my kitchen sink when "the City" (same as yours) decided it would be a grand idea to give everyone a little green pail for compostable garbage. No, no it's not, imho :-/
Susan
I was going to read your column before I went to bed last night but since I'm on the east coast and it was really the next morning, I decided to save it for my breakfast reading. Bad decision. Good thing I've worked with animals all my life and know how utterly gross they can be, but flystrike isn't good with coffee and raisin toast. And just as a gross and kind of funny aside, I used to live on a six-week in and out chicken farm. The chickens that didn't make it were thrown in a pile out behind the barn for the foxes. My dog used to come back from a run with maggots on her fur, so for weeks in the summer, I'd walk out behind the barn with a gallon of javex and douse the damned chicken carcasses every day. I. Hate. Maggots.
Pamela Lukas
Jesus. You didn't bury the chickens? Seems so awful to "throw them on a pile" of other dead chickens. If it was a large farm, wasn't there digging equipment? Whole senerio seems like a horrid nightmare. Poor dog too.
susan
There were hundreds of the darned things! I already had a full time job. Poor dog my foot, nothing any dog loves better than rolling in something stinky and gross.
Carolyne
Just when I think having chickens is a good idea you come along with a post like this AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Poor Cuddles.
She is so lucky to have you.
magali
I kept feeling tickles on me while reading blogs this morning and I was sure it was because of this post. Turns out I had a tiny spider crawling on me hahaha!
Marta
Very enlightening, Karen. Now my dilemma is: do I let my chicken-owning, maggot-hating sister read this? How can I? How can I not?
Thanks for the ugly truth. Yes, I'll have her read this.
Rose
My boyfriend were sitting here in Des Moines IA in a thunderstorm laughing out loud reading this morning. So glad Cuddles made it again! I told him you have the best recipes. We just made the rhubarb cake and it was delicious. I've made many of your recipes and all hit the spot. We love you in Iowa Sweetie Pie!
Karen
Thanks Rose! Hello to you and your boyfriend in Des Moines! ~ karen
Mary W
I had chickens for years but never had this happen. They were in a coop at night then I let them free range over 10 acres during the day. At night they all ran home to roost. Most of the time they spent on my back porch - pooping. They just loved the color I painted it so they headed there every day to do their business. I love in Florida so it was very hot in the summer with plenty of flies and every other kind of nasty insect but never had this happen. Could it be because they ran around outside or maybe I was just lucky? (That's not really possible.) Maybe you have discovered the reason chicken peck on wounds - to get rid of insects but they just don't know when to stop. I have a friend that traveled to central america, got bit by a fly (he thought) then months later had a HUGE bot worm crawl out of his back. The doctor here thought the growth was a cyst and before he operated, the thing hatched. Now that was a gross real life nightmare.
Mary W
I have loved in Florida but tried to write "live" - stupid auto spell. So glad Cuddles has made it again. Karen the book idea is a great idea. So many people would love the information and entertainment that if you wrote it for a fun read, it could be enjoyed by lots of people without chickens, too. Just look at the success of the All Things Bright and Beautiful series. Just in case you had nothing to do between 3AM and 6AM since I know your busy the rest of the time. When I was small, before air conditioners, there was always long rolls of sticky paper hanging from the ceiling covered in stuck on flies. It was sold everywhere since it worked well and was cheap and everyone had the same problem - FLIES. The flies were bad but the rolls of stuck on dead flies were horrible but effective.
Karen
Ack. ACK!!! ~ karen!
Sandra
You can still buy these - we hang them in our outhouse :)
Sandra
At the campsite!!