Another Hen Injury

I'm surprised how long it's been since I posted.
Stuff happens I guess.

Like injuries to hens.
Proceed at your own risk.

Around 5Pm on November 22 our hens were enjoying some free ranging time when I saw that the neighbor dogs were on a rampage.  Now these dogs are not bad dogs.  In fact only one of them is larger;  a lab.  The other two are ankle biters.  And all three are extremely timid and have always run away whenever we approach them.  We don't see them on our property often.  But that evening for some reason they decided to head over and found our four hens out and about and, to our discredit, unattended.

I saw Brazil being chased down by the dogs and immediately ran to her rescue.  Kim checked on the other three hens but they had all made it safely back into the coop and up onto roosts, unharmed.  We guessed Brazil had run the wrong way.

Poor Brazil had a tear on her back that was about 6 inches long.

She was quite shocked, too.
We brought her inside and set up a dog kennel for her.

The next day I decided that to stimulate her recovery stitches might be in order.
I can't say I would necessarily recommend this.  But we decided to give it a try.
I cleansed her wound well with a weak iodine solution.  Then I soaked a slim needle and strong thread in the same type of solution.  I washed my hands well and doused them in the same type of solution.

I put six stitches in her wound.  I could have used twice as many stitches but I needed to get through it as quickly as possible for my own queasy stomach.

The stitching closed the wound well.  We cleaned it again with the iodine solution (which looks like weak tea when mixed with water), and applied neosporin.

Kim kept her still for this "operation" and she only really balked at the last two stitches.

From that point on we kept her indoors in a warm room (my knitting room), in the dog kennel and treated her wound with the iodine solution and neosporin for the next few days.

We knew infection from the dog bite would be her worst enemy.

We also knew that when we saw her start eating and drinking that the worst had probably passed.

We took the stitches out after about six days.  (I would recommend using black thread.  The strongest thread I had on hand was white but it was also very difficult to locate to remove it.)

And now look what we have....feather growth!  Yay!

Brazil will need to remain indoors until her feathers grow in completely so the other hens don't pick at her wound area.
The next challenge will be to introduce her back into the flock.

She's doing well and keeping me company while I knit.  She may even be learning a few Christmas carols!  Hahahaha.   She gets some nice treats;  apples and lettuce, and we talk a lot.  She's quite the "talker".

I realize that she may have recuperated on her own without the stitches.  I also realize we were really lucky and it was a lesson learned without too many consequences.

I'm just happy she's alive and doing well.  Silly chicken.

Intergrating Young and Older Hens

Who would ever think these three sweet little hens would encounter such problems integrating with our three year old hens?  Well, I wouldn't have guessed it.

But as you can see from the following pictures things did not progress smoothly.

We had been keeping them all separate and only getting them together through a fence at first, then letting them free range together during the day.  Things seemed to be going OK.  The three young hens spent two nights in the coop with the big girls before this happened.

This was Hazel's head on the first day of the injury.
Gross, huh?

We tried to integrate all six hens when the younger hens were around 8 weeks old. 
Turns out no one was ready.

This is day two.  Per internet advice  I treated her wound with hydrogen peroxide and a "tea" of iodine and water.  I couldn't find the Furox suggested so I sprayed the wound with a protective second skin solution. 

I thought the wound looked pretty nasty but it continued to improve every day.

I treated Hazel's head for four consecutive days.

It was very possibly overkill on my part (Kim said I was probably the only person who would spend $12 to treat a $2 hen, but, well, that's what you do and he agreed.)

After the injury Kim put in a "room divider" so they could all stay in the coop but with their own area, keeping the two groups apart.  During the day we allowed them all to free range together in the area behind the garage with the compost piles.  This went on for about a month.   Finally one night when we went to shut both coop doors, (because Kim had to install a separate door), the young hens were roosting with the big girls instead of in their private quarters.  

As you can see, Hazel is just fine now.
I suspect that part of the problem was that Hazel is a little trouble maker.  She is always the one who jumps up on us when we're in the yard.  I think she's the top hen of her little threesome and had difficulty backing down from the bigger hens.

They've been together about a week now with just the occasional "bloody nose."  Nothing serious.

I guess it's best to leave it up to the ones who know.

The three young ones in the "big girls coop".  They don't get the "prime" roosting spots, but they do have one.  (Tootsie, our largest hen, is now spending her nights in the nesting box.  I think she must be getting too old to get on the tall roost she used to call her own.  Which is a whole other issue.....aging hens.  Sigh.)

Here they are checking Frankie out.

What has surprised me is who of the older three girls does the most hassling of the younger hens.  I figured it would be Tootsie since she is the dominant hen.  But it's not, it's Ginger who does the most "disciplining" of the younger hens, and she's on the bottom of the pecking order.

When I would tell friends about being surprised that Ginger is being the meanest hen to the little ones no one was surprised but me.  They all thought it made sense since she has had to put up with being the lowliest hen, now it's her turn to show someone who's boss.

By the way, this is the gate that separates the coop/run area from our garden. 
Ginger flies over this fence every day.  (Kim is 6 feet tall).  And we have watched Ginger risk life and limb by "crab walking" along the top of the fence between us and the neighbor's house (who have a black lab) in order to reach the lushness of our back garden. 
She really is one determined chicken.

She's also the only one of our chickens who can make it over that fence.

The three young hens are 18 weeks old now.  We're not sure if they've started laying yet but we have had a couple of very small eggs that make us suspicious.