A funny couple of weeks for Coop & The Gang, we’ve had thick frost on the hen house, soggy feet, scratching, pecking & the odd tantrum & thats just Coop & me.
We’re still not lice free with top hen Mave still carrying, with colder nights & more snuggling she’s passing them back round the hen house nicely. No eggs on Flo & Doris, but a three day dust down routine started. A little more reading, some feathers plucked & scrapped & two handed we were through all the girls relatively quickly & pain free.
Solo chicken dusting was much less successful, thoughts of ‘you only cost me £15’, ‘you dumb bird’ & the classic Dr Cox ‘help me to help you’. Scratched, abused & somewhat later than planned we were all having a strop & not talking to each other. More tomorrow & we’ll check the state of play.
Chicken club at work has lost a member with them on to pastures new, but promises of advice from a friend at football club may give a vitamin dosage that will help Mave keep strong & bug free through the winter months. I’m finding it useful to learn from others, we swap tips, advice, articles & CEOs wife sends him with the hen welfare magazines for me to read. His bantum is currently on eggs, his cockrel very proud. One day, this too will be mine.
We’re still in egg & fine spirits, just a missed day following my girls facing their own mortality with their ghostly appearence. I’ve treated them to some fattier treats this week including meal worms & I’ve never been so popular.
My girls have fulfilled a life long fantasy, when Im out with them they follow me around like Im mummy, they’re so funny looking but I love them.