Today I learned chickens love spa treatments.
Recently I moved to an Asian country and I quickly got chickens are very useful animals —of course because you can eat them and eat their eggs as well but also because they keep your yard clean of bugs, mice and snakes if they are small.
So I got a rooster, two hens and a chick whose gender will outer itself later on when it grows up. I let them run free around.
Next day after purchasing them I got to know that they can easily get the FLU —well, bad news.
Three days after I got them I arrived in the middle of a very heavy storm to find the four of them COMPLETELY soaked standing just there. My first thought —FLU-vet treatment-money-****.
It took me over one hour to chase the four of them down —I’ve explained to them multiple times that I won’t eat them but still they run away from me. Whatever. I put them all in a bathroom and went for a shower —I wasn’t just soaking myself too, the mud reached up to my hair.
Anyway when I finished I got in their bathroom with a towel and started drying them up one by one —I didn’t want to take any risks. They ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. They got lame on my lap and when I put them on the floor they came back to me asking FOR MORE massage with the towel.
The same happened three more times all over again.
Yesterday I was sitting in the kitchen when it started raining. A couple of minutes later Mussolini —the rooster— jumped the four steps into the kitchen and led all his crew into the bathroom.
And they weren’t even wet yet.
Recently I moved to an Asian country and I quickly got chickens are very useful animals —of course because you can eat them and eat their eggs as well but also because they keep your yard clean of bugs, mice and snakes if they are small.
So I got a rooster, two hens and a chick whose gender will outer itself later on when it grows up. I let them run free around.
Next day after purchasing them I got to know that they can easily get the FLU —well, bad news.
Three days after I got them I arrived in the middle of a very heavy storm to find the four of them COMPLETELY soaked standing just there. My first thought —FLU-vet treatment-money-****.
It took me over one hour to chase the four of them down —I’ve explained to them multiple times that I won’t eat them but still they run away from me. Whatever. I put them all in a bathroom and went for a shower —I wasn’t just soaking myself too, the mud reached up to my hair.
Anyway when I finished I got in their bathroom with a towel and started drying them up one by one —I didn’t want to take any risks. They ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. They got lame on my lap and when I put them on the floor they came back to me asking FOR MORE massage with the towel.
The same happened three more times all over again.
Yesterday I was sitting in the kitchen when it started raining. A couple of minutes later Mussolini —the rooster— jumped the four steps into the kitchen and led all his crew into the bathroom.
And they weren’t even wet yet.
