The adventures of Barbara (BR)

our feedstore has it, also in concentrated form where you add your own water($6), it is in the cattle section- pour-on ivomec, its a blue bottle, i can take a pic if you want
 
A Cool Fall Day

It has been clear but cold the past few days. Barbara and the other Big Girls have been raking leaves all over the sidewalk again. Chickendad left the last of the fall tomatoes on the steps to the deck, so Barbara and the Big Girls assumed it was for trick or treat. The tomatoes were quite tasty, and the Chickendads had to scrap their plans for BLT sandwiches for supper. There was plenty of Halloween candy left over (there were only had 5 trick or treaters), so they didn't starve. The Chickendads are actually quite relieved that they no longer have to set an example to their offspring and can eat junk in front on the TV on occasion.

Leroy spent the night with Barbara and the Big Girls on Saturday. However, it was just for a “visit”, as Leroy returned to the Honeymoon Hotel all by himself the next night. Someone has to keep scruffy Marion warm! Besides, there were three humongous roosters on the other side of the coop. Leroy might take on one of them, but not all three!

Chickenboy visited on Tuesday because there was no school. He tamed several roosters, mostly the same ones he tamed last time. They are getting VERY tame. After Chickenboy went home in the afternoon, the Chickendads noticed that there was an odd mix of chickens together and fights were breaking out left and right. It seems that Chickenboy had put some of the roosters back in the wrong pens, and the resident roosters were not at all happy about the Handsome Young Guys flirting with their ladies. The ladies, to their credit, remained faithful to their flock roosters and gave the Young Guys a sharp peck on the head for being so fresh.
 
I still love reading all about Barbara and family-I never get tired of the stories, Mrs. Chickendad-they are wonderful.
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Nakedness

Brrrrr! Barbara shivered. The bald spot on her back was drafty. She tried to arrange her feathers over it, but that didn’t work so well. The Sussex girls were hogging all the nest boxes at night, so she had to roost with the Original Big Girls. She cuddled up to fluffy Buffy for warmth. She tried to go on the other side of the coop one night, but the nest boxes on that side were filled up with Giant Wyandotte Roosters. They sat there with their Big Butts hanging out, hiding their heads so nobody could see them.

The Chickendads rushed around all weekend trying to get the chickens settled into Flocks That Would Get Along. There are still too many roosters, so they put the Evil Cochin Twins in with the Silly Ameraucanas. The Silly Ameraucana girls are quite large by now, and don’t take any crap from the Evil Cochin Twins. Those boys are going to have to find some Really Good Treats to soften those girls up!

The Guinea Keets are also being tried out in this group. One of the keets is a girl, and keeps calling for “Buckwheat”, although she just gets regular treats. Another seems to be a boy and sounds like a rusty pump handle. The third keet tends to chatter at the same time as the other two, so it is hard to determine whose side s/he is on.

The Keets are convinced that they are next on the menu, and in spite of lots of treats and pen sitting, Mrs. Chickendad is no closer to calming their hysterics whenever she appears. Having to move the keets meant catching them, of course, further convincing them of their impending doom. The Chickendads have found badminton racquets to be very useful in helping to herd chickens and keets—sort of like a long arm to steer them.

So, badminton racquet in hand, Mrs. Chickendad corralled the first two fairly easily. Number three was determined not to be dinner, so put up quite a fuss and darted by at top speed. Mrs. Chickendad’s reflexes are not what they used to be, so when she stuck out her arm to catch the keet, she only managed to grab it’s tail. The rest of the keet kept running, leaving Mrs. Chickendad with a large handful of feathers and a Bare Butt Keet screaming “Help, murder!”.

Maybe the Bare Butt Keet would get along with the Bare Backed Barbara!

Keets @ 2 months old, before "De-Tailing"—still had their baby head stripes. They are 3 months old now.
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Love the mental image of the Chickendads playing Keet-minton, dashing about while swinging their raquets as they attempt to direct the wildly running guineas! Such great stories!
 
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Right, get it at any feedstore.
I'm not real good at "drops" with the needle while controlling the bird AND parting the feathers with the other hand....I just put a spot on them about the diameter of a black eyed pea. (All LF size) I gave my large RIR rooster just a bit more than the girls.

The keets sound rather interesting. Hope they get along with the chickens! We also had some rooster shake-up around here today, and one of the scrawny old Leghorn ladies, who belongs to Mr Red, took on a fluffy EE roo who got a little too fresh with her!! After dark I got them all settled in their proper places though.

Poor Barbbara! It's been freezing at night here, I can't imagine being bare in this weather! But alas, my original 4 are supposed to molt and I think it's starting. Everyime one of the Leghorn ladies moved today she left a puff of white feathers in her wake
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Mr Red is going for a "soft" molt I guess, he's growing in new pin feathers and looks kinda old and raggedy, but he's not got any bare places it's almost like he's replacing each feather as it falls out
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So, badminton racquet in hand, Mrs. Chickendad corralled the first two fairly easily. Number three was determined not to be dinner, so put up quite a fuss and darted by at top speed. Mrs. Chickendad’s reflexes are not what they used to be, so when she stuck out her arm to catch the keet, she only managed to grab it’s tail. The rest of the keet kept running, leaving Mrs. Chickendad with a large handful of feathers and a Bare Butt Keet screaming “Help, murder!”.

Perfect description!!!!! I don't have any of them keets, but I KNOW the feeling! "Help! Murder!!!" -I swear all the young chicks say that everytime I grab them!​
 

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