Tada! Here they are! I’ve changed their names. I had thought I’d call them Kathie Lee and Hoda (I’m a HUGE fan. HUGE! I’m getting on that show if it’s the last thing I do). A friend on Facebook suggested that I name them Violet and Amethyst (Amy)! I love it! It fits so much better for them and now people won’t think I’m insane when I tell them that I have Kathie Lee and Hoda in a dog run in my backyard and I won’t have to endure stares of bewilderment when I ask someone “HEY! Have you seen Kathie Lee and Hoda?” every time they stop over to the house. By the way, I’m told they’re both pullets by the lady I bought them from…but that comb…
I think these two are simply adorable. The one the left is Violet and the one on the right is Amy. I gave them a bath this morning. FIRST CHICKEN BATH EVER! For me, I mean. I had no idea how to do it, so I read a couple of things on-line and then I remembered that I used to be a neonatal intensive care nurse and darn it, if I can wash a baby over the sink, I can wash a chicken! I used the sink in the laundry room (and I’ll clean it with 43.5 bottles of bleach now). I went out and picked up a chick, brought her inside, held her in one arm while I started the water with the other and tested the temperature with the inside of my wrist (GO MOM INSTINCTS!). When the water was warm but not hot, I did what we used to do with the babies…I just ran the dirty parts under the stream of warm water. I put on a tiny bit of Dawn dish soap and made sure everything was clean, checked for mites, and then rinsed, rinsed, rinsed. DONE. I took her back to the pen after I’d blotted her off with a towel and put her in the grass. I grabbed her sister and went back to the laundry room and lathered, rinsed and repeated for her. Blot, blot, blot…back to the pen.
They never struggled, I didn’t have any problems catching them, they never chirped like they were afraid…I was totally unprepared for such cooperation! I expected scratching, screaming and crying!
And I thought the chickens would misbehave too.