Bathing Dave and cold callers....

Interesting morning and its not quite 10.30am.  Those following my blog will know that Dave is a chook (chicken) and she has been poorly for over a week.  During the nice warm sunny days she was in a separate pen in the garden, separate from the other girls, Ever-Ready, Poppy and Frankie, and seemed to get better by the day, spending her nights in the cat box in the utility room with the elderly mogs, Claude and Megan.  The last few days of cold and snow! have seen Dave take a turn for the worst, but after spending most of her day yesterday in the cat box, it was just too cold outside and she was so miserable, she seemed to be much better again today with plenty of energy, the downside being that the utility room stinks of chicken poop and of course poor Dave, who is having difficulty in standing upright for long periods, has chicken poop stuck in her feathers on her bum.  So...after walking the dogs this morning, and actually seeing some blue sky, I decided to bath Dave and clean up her bottom and make her smell a bit sweeter.  As my daughter is on Easter holidays, she was roped in to help.  Still in my water proofs from walking the dogs, I filled the utility room sink bowl with a nice luke warm water and a touch of dog shampoo, for bubbles! and a few drops of TCP to kill off any bacteria, and popped Dave in her bubble bath.

Claude, our spring chicken mog at 19 yrs young, was having some breakfast when the visitor to his room was taking a bath, they touch noses and its fair to say, Claude was the one on the back paw, Dave was not impressed at a man watching her in the tub.

After a few minutes soaking in the bubbles, with the help of my daughter I lifted Dave into the towel that we had put on the draining board.  It was at that moment the phone rang.  Daughter answered it and gave it to me.  'Are you busy?' said the women at the other end 'just bathing a sick chicken' I said, 'how can I help you?' Meanwhile my daughter is trying hard not to laugh whilst holding onto Dave so she doesn't fall off the draining board.  'Oh' said the voice.  'I will call back later'  'if you are sure?' I say and that ends that phone call.  Daughter is beside herself, 'best way to get rid of cold callers' she says.  I wonder if the cold calling lady has stopped laughing yet?

Daughter then took a picture of me, giving Dave an after bath cuddle.

Yes that is me.  I don't have bad hair days, I have bad hair lifetimes, I am pale due to this wretched virus that just will not shift and have just walked the dogs down by the river and picked up poop, not to mention bathed a chicken, I do sometimes look a little better than this...not much...but a bit...

Laney x