Posted 01-13-2005 at 16:26:39
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Yesterday I made up my mind to get the job done. Been putting it off for a couple of days to let the buff that got attacked heal up a little more before I put the mite powder on them.
So, I popped on some rubber gloves (You would be amazed at all the uses that little box of gloves from Sallys Beauty Supply are good for) grabbed the cannister of dusting powder and headed for the back yard. As usual, here they come a runnin', crowding around my feet so I can do nothing but shuffle for fear I might crush a chicken toe. Poor diluded souls, they thought it was a treat. I always have a cup of birdseed or some left over vegetable peels or rinds for them. They had no idea what I was about to do.
I cleared off the chicken table. (For those of you that don't know, I had a rat problem this past summer, so I have their food and water on a table that rats can't get on) I didn't want to contaminate the water and food. I decided to do this methodically, I would do the sussex first and then the buffs.
Now, this cannister says one pound is good for 100 birds, lol. Well, yes, I did use it on the run, in the chicken house on the floor and all around the chicken house outside, but, the cannister of powder is completely gone now.
The poor trusting birds. One by one, I picked them up, set them on the table. They are used to being handled a lot, so that wasn't a problem. For those of you that don't have chickens, chickens LOVE to have their rear end rubbed, on top, down at the lower end of their back. So, I did that to get each one to stick their rear in the air, cause thats where you need to dust the most. I dusted and poofed butts, I lifted wings and poofed under there, I dusted all over their neck and their breasts. Nobody protested too much, don't get me wrong, they didn't LIKE it, but they tolerated it.
And then there was Little. She was the last one to be done, and she had seen everybody else get dusted, and decided she didnt want any part of it. So, she ran, and she ran and she ran from me, in the run, out of the run, around the yard, and this went on for about 20 minutes. I was talking to her, trying to get her to calm down. There was no talking to her, she had her mind made up, and that was that. I didn't know who was gonna wear down first, her or me.
Well, finally I wised up, DUHHHH, what do chickens love more than anything, TREATS. So, I went in and got some seed, and everybody came running. Even Little. AH HAAAAA!!!! GOTCHA! She was not happy. She squirmed and she flapped. We got the job done though. I don't know who got more dusting powder on them, her or me, but nobody is dead, and I don't feel poisoned, so I guess we are all okay, lol.
Now, its POURING rain. So, I reckon everybody is gonna have to be dusted again, and the run, and the house, just to be sure, since it is going to all be washed away. Oh well, they are worth it. I do love my chickens. :)