05/28/2026
When I opened the coop for the Motel Chickens today, Regina was awkwardly positioned adjacent to the ramp. She was open mouth breathing. Thinking she was overheating, I took her into the run and sat her down. I must have touched her abdomen when I picked her up because she excreted egg-like material. Then she wobbled and fell down. My heart sank. I watched her head slowly bob backward. “No, no, no” I said to myself, remembering Karen’s nearly identical symptoms.
I called our vet, who said to bring her in.
Thankfully, once I brought her indoors, she stopped open mouth breathing. Regina has had pasty butt in the past, so it wasn’t surprising to see excrement on her rear end. I washed her off and noticed that her abdomen was noticeably moving with her breathing, which also felt abnormal.
I asked Ryan to take a look at her, and he agreed that her presentation was very similar to Karen’s.
On the ride to the vet, Regina sat on a p*e pad in the passenger seat. I stroked her feathers. She looked around, then rested her head and closed her eyes. I nestled my hand under her wing and gently clasped her bone like I was holding her hand.
I asked the vet to run a bunch of diagnostics - ultrasound, xray, bloodwork - and to review Karen’s necropsy report. Since they were in the same flock, it’s possible Regina has the same illness.
Before I left, I started to cry and asked what I’m doing wrong. Since 2023, we’ve lost Alfreda, Karen, and now Regina is sick and I’m afraid we may lose her too.
These chickens are my family. My heart hurts every time they’re sick or they pass away. It’s painful. It sucks. The grief, self doubt, missing them, wondering if/what/why… it never really leaves you.
There’s a lot I could say about that. For now, please keep Regina in your thoughts. I hope this is something she can recover from. 🙏