Way to go, Deb!!! Yay!!!
Yesterday was day 5 on worming my chickens, so they're all done. In a few days, I'll lightly dust them, and spray the roosts. I need to rake the feathers up, yet again, and bag them. One of the things I hate about this time of year is that my coop tends to look messy, and my chickens look scruffy. I clean up, and bag all the feathers, but 2 days later it looks like they've been pillow fighting again, and the coop has never been cleaned. That setting, along with the molting chickens makes it look like they're not really cared for. Of course, I get flack from Dh, since he only shows up when the grass needs mowing, so he doesn't really get to see the progression, just the stark contrast. He has has learned about them molting through the years, so he doesn't complain as much about it as he used to.
To worm them, I needed to weigh them first. I enlisted the help of Dh. I can step on my scales to get a baseline weight, then step on it again, and it will automatically calculate any loss, or gain. Ok, I get the scales set up, and put a chair right next to the scales. All he has to do is hold the chicken, then pass it to me when I ask for it. I caught, and handed him the first chicken, stepped on the scales, stepped back on, and asked him to pass me the chicken. I was waiting, and waiting..."I need the chicken now, please". Ok, chicken has settled down on his lap. His response was, "she's comfortable, and looks happy". " I don't want to disturb her". By the time we got to the 3rd. chicken, I wouldn't give him the chickens anymore. It was easier to just get on the scales with the chicken, and do the math myself. When it came time to give them the wormer, he decided they didn't like it, so he was no help. Had I tasted the wormer? Maybe the pieces of bread with the wormer didn't taste good to them. Poor chickens, having to have that nasty tasting medicine. Forcing that nasty taste into their mouths is mean. You poor babies, that lady is being mean to you. I wanted to clobber him. Needless to say, I finished the 5 day regimen by myself.
Yesterday was day 5 on worming my chickens, so they're all done. In a few days, I'll lightly dust them, and spray the roosts. I need to rake the feathers up, yet again, and bag them. One of the things I hate about this time of year is that my coop tends to look messy, and my chickens look scruffy. I clean up, and bag all the feathers, but 2 days later it looks like they've been pillow fighting again, and the coop has never been cleaned. That setting, along with the molting chickens makes it look like they're not really cared for. Of course, I get flack from Dh, since he only shows up when the grass needs mowing, so he doesn't really get to see the progression, just the stark contrast. He has has learned about them molting through the years, so he doesn't complain as much about it as he used to.
To worm them, I needed to weigh them first. I enlisted the help of Dh. I can step on my scales to get a baseline weight, then step on it again, and it will automatically calculate any loss, or gain. Ok, I get the scales set up, and put a chair right next to the scales. All he has to do is hold the chicken, then pass it to me when I ask for it. I caught, and handed him the first chicken, stepped on the scales, stepped back on, and asked him to pass me the chicken. I was waiting, and waiting..."I need the chicken now, please". Ok, chicken has settled down on his lap. His response was, "she's comfortable, and looks happy". " I don't want to disturb her". By the time we got to the 3rd. chicken, I wouldn't give him the chickens anymore. It was easier to just get on the scales with the chicken, and do the math myself. When it came time to give them the wormer, he decided they didn't like it, so he was no help. Had I tasted the wormer? Maybe the pieces of bread with the wormer didn't taste good to them. Poor chickens, having to have that nasty tasting medicine. Forcing that nasty taste into their mouths is mean. You poor babies, that lady is being mean to you. I wanted to clobber him. Needless to say, I finished the 5 day regimen by myself.
