- May 7, 2010
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So I've read up on giving chickens baths.
So this morning when my hens lined up outside my back door for treats I tossed out a few grapes and picked up the white leghorn. I wrassled her over to the sink, put some warm water in it, a bit of dawn dish soap and started scrubbing her tummy, wings, neck and back.
She wasn't having any of it. The water was warm, not hot. I didn't get soap in her eyes, or pull her hair, but she didn't seem to enjoy it very much.
Then I took her out, wrapped a towel around her wings so she couldn't fly and carried her into the bedroom bathroom... right past my sleeping wife.
I plugged in the hair dryer and started drying her off. At first she didn't seem very pleased by the loud dryer but eventually settled down to the point that I didn't even have to keep a hand on her to prevent her from running away. She was plenty curious about the other hen in the mirror but seemed content to observe her surroundings. She cawed a few times as leghorns are prone to do.
While I was drying her tummy my wife yelled, "I SMELL BURNING!!!"
What could I do?
"No honey, I'm just blowdrying my chicken!"
Silence...
"Excuse me?"
"I'm blow-drying the white leghorn. I gave her a bath this morning, and I wanted to dry her out before I put her back outside."
More silence...
An eerie feeling crept over me as I sat on my knees blowdrying the white leghorn, who was standing up in the sink.
"Did you burn her feathers?"
"No. You just smelled dust when I blocked the back of the dryer."
"Oh, ok" she said, and went back to sleep.
Who knows what she was thinking... chicken bathroom bbq anyone?
So this morning when my hens lined up outside my back door for treats I tossed out a few grapes and picked up the white leghorn. I wrassled her over to the sink, put some warm water in it, a bit of dawn dish soap and started scrubbing her tummy, wings, neck and back.
She wasn't having any of it. The water was warm, not hot. I didn't get soap in her eyes, or pull her hair, but she didn't seem to enjoy it very much.
Then I took her out, wrapped a towel around her wings so she couldn't fly and carried her into the bedroom bathroom... right past my sleeping wife.
I plugged in the hair dryer and started drying her off. At first she didn't seem very pleased by the loud dryer but eventually settled down to the point that I didn't even have to keep a hand on her to prevent her from running away. She was plenty curious about the other hen in the mirror but seemed content to observe her surroundings. She cawed a few times as leghorns are prone to do.
While I was drying her tummy my wife yelled, "I SMELL BURNING!!!"
What could I do?
"No honey, I'm just blowdrying my chicken!"
Silence...
"Excuse me?"
"I'm blow-drying the white leghorn. I gave her a bath this morning, and I wanted to dry her out before I put her back outside."
More silence...
An eerie feeling crept over me as I sat on my knees blowdrying the white leghorn, who was standing up in the sink.
"Did you burn her feathers?"
"No. You just smelled dust when I blocked the back of the dryer."
"Oh, ok" she said, and went back to sleep.
Who knows what she was thinking... chicken bathroom bbq anyone?
