Wilma had lost her joie de vivre. She felt dumpy and blue and wouldn’t lay an egg or race Betty to the food.
Wilma needed a spa day.
I expected a kerfuffle when I lowered her into the tub, but she settled right in and nodded off in the warm water. Betty was not nearly that calm for her bath, but Wilma is a heat seeker.
After a good soak and a rinse I swaddled her in a towel. Then the blow-dry.
Wilma stood still, closed her eyes and dug the hot air.
It takes a long time to blow-dry a chicken. Outside it was coolish and windy, so I let Wilma finish drying in the cat carrier in the warm laundry room.
Now, I don’t give a chicken a bath just so she can feel pretty. Wilma needed a butt soak. It was a mess. She’s dropped a few weird, soft shelled eggs. She may be egg bound or have an infection.
I went to the Ag store for a pouch of antibiotic powder that dissolves in drinking water. The burly Ag store man laughed when I told him I’d given my chicken a bath and blow-dry.
“Gee, I’m coming to your house!”, he says. I keep thinking how I might have replied. I just laughed and got outta there.
This evening Wilma is feeling better. She ate some cornbread and she’s walking and talking more. She was quiet, when she was ill. Poor baby.
I hope tomorrow she’ll be her bossy old self again.
Daily Prompt Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image. via Roy G. Biv.
Red combs and wattles. Orange feathers. Yellow sign. Green grass. Blue sky. Indigo and violet send regrets.