Australia - Six states..and that funny little island.

[birdman55]

@birdman55 A most sincere thank you for all your gorgeous photos of your pheasants...my partner has developed an interest in them and has given me the go ahead to add them to the menagerie! Yussssss!

your welcome....you will love them...and they dont eat that much either...have you seen the article i wrote for byc...it took me some time to do...but i thought it was well worth it...everyone should check it out and comment on the bottom...and as you know there is plenty of pics...
https://www.backyardchickens.com/a/...-golden-pheasant-pic-heavy-with-mutation-pics

as for leg mites...ivomec... iodine solution...castor oil and some espom salts....made into a solution .....then dip the legs...once a week...and they should go away very quick....also sevin dust 5percent not 10 powder...sprinkled all over them and the bedding as well as nests....works wonders....the scales should start to fall off and new ones will replace....i dont believe in the Vaseline, olive oils and such...go with the most effective way...you can even dip in gasoline...has been proven by uconn professor...i dont have the link off hand..but dip for 45 seconds kills immediately...i wont do the gas dip tho..
hope this helps...

hope to see some comments on the article...let me know what you think
have a great night everyone

 

[Fancychooklady]

I know how to check for lice.  We had an infestation about a month ago and they have improved since we treated it.  They just haven't improved as much as I'd like them to have.  I'll give them another spray and a dust this evening.  It's time to dust them again anyway.

I don't think that there -is- any kind of "trick" to clinical depression.  I get lots of suggestions for tricks and fixes for it but those are usually from people who have never experienced severe clinical depression themselves.  You can't just "rise above" an illness.  I can't rise above depression any more than I can my arthritis.  All I can do is try to survive with it.

Not going to compare illnesses with you but after spending 3 years in hospital on morphein and anti depressants , I do have some idea of where you are coming from. It's a pain when someone pats you on the back and says " common cheer up " , but there is no point in lashing out.

 

[tandykins]

Not going to compare illnesses with you but after spending 3 years in hospital on morphein and anti depressants , I do have some idea of where you are coming from. It's a pain when someone pats you on the back and says " common cheer up " , but there is no point in lashing out.

I'm certainly not attempting to lash out at you - I'm just saying that I can't do that. Some people may be able to rise above but I can't. I lack that skill. Maybe it's something I'll acquire one day but for the moment, I'm still in the "lost in the fog" stage.

 

[Steampunked]

I'm certainly not attempting to lash out at you - I'm just saying that I can't do that. Some people may be able to rise above but I can't. I lack that skill. Maybe it's something I'll acquire one day but for the moment, I'm still in the "lost in the fog" stage.

One day, hopefully, the fog will lift. The awful thing is that it doesn't lift without endless fighting, and often that fighting is exhausting, intollerable, and just feels so unfair.

I was very lucky for mine - the first drug I was put on worked, straight away. I know how rare this is! I had post partum psychosis, and post partum depression, both of which made my normal mild-baseline depression unbearable (before then, life just sucked at a low level most of the time, which was fine). But I was lucky - I had a partner who dragged me to doctors, doctors who understood, decent hospitals, brain chemistry that was permeable for the particular drug they happened to try, and people who didn't make me feel like a freak. My parents lie about ever happening - we're all adults, but they refuse to accept the diagnosis, as I'm 'not one of THOSE people', and that's pretty awful in some ways.

Sometimes, it is still awful, or otherwise depressing, because others don't seem to feel the same way. And some feel worse! And it's odd thinking: I'm lucky.

But, eh, I'm lucky. I had great treatment, and that's rare - it's rare to get a doctor who'll say 'It's easier to fix pill addiction than to treat psychosis on no sleep and no painkillers - take these'. It's rare to get people who go 'I understand and yeah, it sucks'. I hope one day you'll get that level of luck too - I didn't really do anything to deserve mine, but I appreciate it.

Same goes to anyone here suffering from any form of distress, ranking it's not really a thing, I think. We all have the worst we can cope with, and we all cope with it in different ways. I may not understand precisely what you're going through, but I don't have to, not to hope it'll get better, anyway.

(Also, I fear my version of lashing out is: "F you you Fing F -" *rageball* so I didn't read your comment as lashing out

 

[tandykins]

One day, hopefully, the fog will lift. The awful thing is that it doesn't lift without endless fighting, and often that fighting is exhausting, intollerable, and just feels so unfair.

I was very lucky for mine - the first drug I was put on worked, straight away. I know how rare this is! I had post partum psychosis, and post partum depression, both of which made my normal mild-baseline depression unbearable (before then, life just sucked at a low level most of the time, which was fine). But I was lucky - I had a partner who dragged me to doctors, doctors who understood, decent hospitals, brain chemistry that was permeable for the particular drug they happened to try, and people who didn't make me feel like a freak. My parents lie about ever happening - we're all adults, but they refuse to accept the diagnosis, as I'm 'not one of THOSE people', and that's pretty awful in some ways.

Sometimes, it is still awful, or otherwise depressing, because others don't seem to feel the same way. And some feel worse! And it's odd thinking: I'm lucky.

But, eh, I'm lucky. I had great treatment, and that's rare - it's rare to get a doctor who'll say 'It's easier to fix pill addiction than to treat psychosis on no sleep and no painkillers - take these'. It's rare to get people who go 'I understand and yeah, it sucks'. I hope one day you'll get that level of luck too - I didn't really do anything to deserve mine, but I appreciate it.

Same goes to anyone here suffering from any form of distress, ranking it's not really a thing, I think. We all have the worst we can cope with, and we all cope with it in different ways. I may not understand precisely what you're going through, but I don't have to, not to hope it'll get better, anyway.

(Also, I fear my version of lashing out is: "F you you Fing F -" *rageball* so I didn't read your comment as lashing out

My version of lashing out is your version of lashing out. If I'm lashing out at you I'm a rageball of hate and profanity and irrational psychosis. That was me being...exasperated, I guess. There's something about the suggestions of others, no matter how well intentioned, no matter how true for them - that can make you feel extremely crestfallen and helpless.

For example, I've got severe psoriasis. Everyone has a tip for me. "Totally worked for me." tips.

The problem is that nothing works for me. Nothing short of steroids and chemo drugs even calms mine down. It gets to the point where I'm so distressed by my own illness that when someone offers me a "tip" that I've already tried - it makes me feel really quite sad. It's like another reminder of something that works for everyone else doesn't work for me.

Meds just never worked for me at all. To the point where my doctor switched them a dozen times and kept increasing my Prozac dose to try and help me. I just became more and more suicidal.

One day I went off of my meds and I felt much better. I was still a severe hoarder. I was still deeply depressed but I didn't spend all day wishing I were dead. Then, I decided to give cannabis a try, having heard how much it helped other people. It was like flipping a switch. I stopped hoarding and indeed cleared my house of its hoard and cleaned the entire thing in less than two weeks. I lost 45kg. I started running and swimming and making massive progress in my treatment. So I know what works for me - surprised as I am that it did.

The problem is that in order to treat my illness in a way which I know will work - indeed in the only way which I know will work, I have to put my freedom and finances at risk.

I do it when I can and when I can I improve drastically. I study harder, focus better, lose weight rapidly and wake up every morning thinking about what a beautiful world I live in.

Today I woke up thinking that I wished I could sleep forever. I'm just tired of never being able to keep it up because the law hasn't caught up with science. I'm not lashing out, I'm sad and frustrated.

-_-

I also had postpartum depression and psychosis on top of underlying post-traumatic stress disorder which had, until that point, been very well managed. So far the thing that helps me most is reminding myself that I only have to survive today. Breaking survival up into smaller bits makes it feel more manageable. This is just a bad week.

 

[satay]

My version of lashing out is your version of lashing out.  If I'm lashing out at you I'm a rageball of hate and profanity and irrational psychosis.  That was me being...exasperated, I guess. There's something about the suggestions of others, no matter how well intentioned, no matter how true for them - that can make you feel extremely crestfallen and helpless.

For example, I've got severe psoriasis.  Everyone has a tip for me.  "Totally worked for me." tips.  

The problem is that nothing works for me.  Nothing short of steroids and chemo drugs even calms mine down.  It gets to the point where I'm so distressed by my own illness that when someone offers me a "tip" that I've already tried - it makes me feel really quite sad.  It's like another reminder of something that works for everyone else doesn't work for me.

Meds just never worked for me at all.  To the point where my doctor switched them a dozen times and kept increasing my Prozac dose to try and help me.  I just became more and more suicidal.  

One day I went off of my meds and I felt much better.  I was still a severe hoarder.  I was still deeply depressed but I didn't spend all day wishing I were dead.  Then, I decided to give cannabis a try, having heard how much it helped other people.  It was like flipping a switch.  I stopped hoarding and indeed cleared my house of its hoard and cleaned the entire thing in less than two weeks.  I lost 45kg.  I started running and swimming and making massive progress in my treatment.  So I know what works for me - surprised as I am that it did.

The problem is that in order to treat my illness in a way which I know will work - indeed in the only way which I know will work, I have to put my freedom and finances at risk.   

I do it when I can and when I can I improve drastically.  I study harder, focus better, lose weight rapidly and wake up every morning thinking about what a beautiful world I live in.  

Today I woke up thinking that I wished I could sleep forever.  I'm just tired of never being able to keep it up because the law hasn't caught up with science.  I'm not lashing out, I'm sad and frustrated.

-_-

I also had postpartum depression and psychosis on top of underlying post-traumatic stress disorder which had, until that point, been very well managed.  So far the thing that helps me most is reminding myself that I only have to survive today.  Breaking survival up into smaller bits makes it feel more manageable.  This is just a bad week.

I can't even try to imagine what you go through. I do know that my mother in law has bipolar and she swears by going for a slow long walk each day. Something about endorphins etc. Of course that works for her and may be different for other people. I guess depression being like any illness people will always offer advice that worked for them perhaps one day someone's advice will be just the thing you are looking for or you will find the something that helps you else where. I think the main thing is people offer advice with the best intentions no matter how frustrating it must be for you if you have heard it all before.
Edited to add that the mother in law walk thing was not meant to be someone else offering advice it was just an example of what she found works for her and hope that you find the thing that works for you soon.

 

[IamSamSam]

Fancy what's the go with colour bleeding onto LS back. I'll get pics This arvo

 

[satay]

Not going to compare illnesses with you but after spending 3 years in hospital on morphein and anti depressants , I do have some idea of where you are coming from. It's a pain when someone pats you on the back and says " common cheer up " , but there is no point in lashing out.

I think you are an amazingly strong women to get through that tough period of your life.

 

[tandykins]

I can't even try to imagine what you go through. I do know that my mother in law has bipolar and she swears by going for a slow long walk each day. Something about endorphins etc. Of course that works for her and may be different for other people. I guess depression being like any illness people will always offer advice that worked for them perhaps one day someone's advice will be just the thing you are looking for or you will find the something that helps you else where. I think the main thing is people offer advice with the best intentions no matter how frustrating it must be for you if you have heard it all before.
Edited to add that the mother in law walk thing was not meant to be someone else offering advice it was just an example of what she found works for her and hope that you find the thing that works for you soon.

Exercise has proven in clinical trials to be remarkably good for depression. Thank you for reminding me - I'll see if I can get my husband to come on a walk with me this evening. That way, even if I don't think to do it myself (my memory is more shocking than most people will even believe - depression can do that), he will remind me and get me out of the house. I haven't been exercising lately and I do find it harder to cope when I'm not.

Going for walks is actually something that DOES work for me, albeit only slightly - even a slight difference can feel massive when you're feeling low. Thank you.

 

[Steampunked]

Walking helps a lot of people. What's helping me a lot right now is that I have to go outside, down the block, haul food and water up and down, etc...I don't have a choice - I can't say 'Oh, I have to clean the house' or 'Oh, I have to monitor everything for the kid'. The chickens need me to do it, or they die. So it's a guilt free thing! Otherwise I get guilty about having time of my own and can't 'justify' a walk because I enjoy it.

My partner and I both have depression - mine manifests as generalised anxiety, which means I drive myself into fits by trying to do something to cover every eventuality. His manifests by being tired and not being able to do anything. Together, we're awful, because I do a tonne of work, and get resentful, and it's not like he's actually using his 'time off' to relax, he's being depressed.

I kind of want to start breeding lavender chickens, because I'll need to focus, and need to do work with them, and socialise them and so forth - there's a specific set of requirements to reach for and achieve that aren't easy, so it gets easier for me to mentally trick myself into putting time aside for myself.

Plus, lavender are awesome.

I just have to decide to do that and NOT do marans...I can't decide.