Sunday i decided it was time to worm my flock of 5. So i prepared 5 syringes with the proper amount of wormer. I had my babies got into the coop and with wormer in had and flock in the coop I went for my first chicken. I started with my main Rooster, Meaner, figuring he would be the worst. WRONG! After a few minute fight with him i finally got his beak open long enough to get the syringe in his mouth and squirt the wormer in. Success! One down 4 to go. Next I figured I would go for the next worse chicken, Beaky. He has a cross beak and knows how to use it well. After a small struggle with him, Bingo! got his beak open and shot the wormer in. Feeling a little cocky about my self, I thought, hell i got this! WRONG Roosty is my main Hen, so i figured i would go ahead and get her done. Well she had seen what had happened to Meaner and Beaky and she was having no part of this "torture" at all. After a 5 minute chase, mind you in the coop, I finally cornered her and she peck me about 5 times before i got my hands on her. After about another 5 minute struggle of getting her to open her beak for the wormer, I managed to get it in her mouth. I was fixing to let her go and she decided she was NOT going to take the wormer. She shook her head and SPLAT, I felt something cold and slimy all over my face!. Knowing that I just wore all the wormer, I grabbed her before she could take off on me. So i grab another syringe with more wormer in it and try again. I finally get her beak open again and got it in her mouth. Low and behold she refuses to swallow the wormer and this time it lands on my shirt. Now i am down to my last syringe of wormer and I still have 2 more Hens to worm. I finally got it in her mouth and i wised up and make her hold her head up and rubbed her throat till it went down. Now that I have to go out and reload 2 more syringes to do the other girls. Not only did the other 2 Hens ha seen this they will not let me get near them. I finally got the other 2 hens wormed peacefully. To add insult to injury. I figured that they needed to be sevin dusted. That was a good time also. I think i wore more sevin dust than the hens but I figured I had tortured them enough for the day. The day in a life of a chicken momma!