I must confess, proudly I might add, that I do not wash the majority of time I’m around my chickens, or dogs, or horses. I am outside 75% of my waking hours doing something or, heck, just piddling. That time is definitely my saving grace and my animals are always around me.
All throughout the day I am constantly getting dirt of some kind on me; my hands, arms, face and especially my feet in the summer. Yes, I’m the girl who will muck a horse stall in flip flops.

I definitely scrub my feet and use a pumice stone, to boot, as I do like pretty feet on occasion.

I am also the girl who, along with cleaning fish, gutting deer or chickens, picks up worms, lizards, frogs, etc. Oh yeah, I’ve even been known to pick up a horse ‘apple’ and toss it at something or someone.
All during the day I will pick up, hold, and kiss whichever chick comes by.

Sometimes I sit and pick through the feathers (human preening) of some of my girls. They will even preen on my hand or arm with their beak as I do it, thinking they’re preening themselves. At times, after a molt, I’ve had a pile of the papery feather sheaths in my lap and all around. I scratch them just about all over. They seem to love it and I am thankful for and enjoy my time with them. As far as biosecurity with my birds? I have just one big flock so I don’t suppose I’ll spread something to one from another that they wouldn’t pick up themselves.
I’m certain I have dried poop dust all over my clothes in addition to my hands, neck, and face. If I happen to come into contact with a little wet poop, I’ll rub it off on my jeans or shorts. It dries! No harm, no “fowl!” No, really! It’s just not a big deal to me. Shoot, I even have dirt and poop get in the daily cuts and scratches I get on my hands, arms, and legs. No bandaids used here.
I take no extra steps of washing until I come inside to do things for my family. I take my boots (or flip flops) off at the door. I am adamant about that. I wash not only my hands, up to my elbows, with Lava (anyone remember that stuff), but will definitely change clothes and even take a shower if it warrants. I do clean up pretty good though - but only when I have to now that I am retired.
And, since I was a kid who enjoyed being outside and, of course, getting dirty, I’m sure my immune system was and is as strong as can be. Which leaves me with one last thought, “I’m a heifer that’s as healthy as a horse!”


Yep, I’m down to earth and now, pretty transparent, huh? Please don’t hate me!