- Apr 15, 2009
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I hope everyone is having a great holiday!
I got to spend my evening performing flock maintenance. I had to leave my family gathering in a nice, cozy house with a roaring fire in the hearth to go work out in the freezing cold coop with my birds. I had the dubious privilege of getting to de-bug 19 chickens, apply 2 new saddles to barebacked hens, and put pinless peepers on an evil feather picker. Thank goodness for Eprinex. The de-bugging went very smoothly. The saddles were a success, as well; although you would have sworn I was killing the girls that got them by the screams emanating from them while I was putting them on. (Jeez, ladies! This is not the first time you have had saddles on! Relax.) The feather picker decided she didn't approve of the pinless peepers at all, and thanked me for it by biting me...HARD...and removing a fair sized chunk from my hand. At least I didn't get flogged by my ornery roo. So the chickens were settled in for their Christmas eve, and I moved on to the duck house. I had to treat an injured bird, but that meant I had to get through the watch goose to do it. She nearly beat me senseless. (Holy Cow! Those wings pack quite a wallop.) I finally managed to corner the injured duck and treated her, but in the process several ducks escaped over and through their fence. So then I got to try to round up a bunch of screeching ducks in the freezing cold, pitch black night. I got the flighty idiots back into the yard and the ducks were set for their Christmas eve.
By the time I got back into the house I am covered in unmentionable stuff with a bleeding hand and an arm the has nearly been snapped in half by the irate goose. All the birds had better appreciate my Christmas eve efforts! I'm pretty sure I heard the ducks calling me nasty names after I left, though.
Happy holidays, everyone.
I got to spend my evening performing flock maintenance. I had to leave my family gathering in a nice, cozy house with a roaring fire in the hearth to go work out in the freezing cold coop with my birds. I had the dubious privilege of getting to de-bug 19 chickens, apply 2 new saddles to barebacked hens, and put pinless peepers on an evil feather picker. Thank goodness for Eprinex. The de-bugging went very smoothly. The saddles were a success, as well; although you would have sworn I was killing the girls that got them by the screams emanating from them while I was putting them on. (Jeez, ladies! This is not the first time you have had saddles on! Relax.) The feather picker decided she didn't approve of the pinless peepers at all, and thanked me for it by biting me...HARD...and removing a fair sized chunk from my hand. At least I didn't get flogged by my ornery roo. So the chickens were settled in for their Christmas eve, and I moved on to the duck house. I had to treat an injured bird, but that meant I had to get through the watch goose to do it. She nearly beat me senseless. (Holy Cow! Those wings pack quite a wallop.) I finally managed to corner the injured duck and treated her, but in the process several ducks escaped over and through their fence. So then I got to try to round up a bunch of screeching ducks in the freezing cold, pitch black night. I got the flighty idiots back into the yard and the ducks were set for their Christmas eve.
By the time I got back into the house I am covered in unmentionable stuff with a bleeding hand and an arm the has nearly been snapped in half by the irate goose. All the birds had better appreciate my Christmas eve efforts! I'm pretty sure I heard the ducks calling me nasty names after I left, though.
Happy holidays, everyone.
