Yesterday I did something I never thought I'd do. I bathed my chicken. Seriously.
My dear Flo has really fluffy tail feathers and I noticed that they were getting dirty (I'll spare you the details). I did some googling and found that it was possible and recommended to give the chicken a bath in this case. It was a gorgeous 80 degree day so I figured it was a good time to tackle it.
I was super nervous. I assembled a small army to help me thinking that bathing a chicken would be like bathing a cat. I fully expected chicken claws and beaks to be flying. Flo seriously surprised me. As soon as I put her in the warm water, she relaxed and didn't fight it at all. (The water looks especially dirty as she had given herself a dust bath right before her "real" bath.) Once we washed her up, we put her in another bucket of clean, warm water to rinse her.
The bath was only the first part of the challenge. I had to blow dry her feathers so she wouldn't get a chill and get herself all dirty again. This part made me nervous as well but the sweet girl just sat in my lap and let me dry her. I think she actually enjoyed it.
It took forever to get her dry but we finally did. She seemed to be happy with her newer, cleaner self and I was relieved that I didn't completely traumatize her. The other girls were filled with curiosity and I think maybe a little jealous that Flo looked so sparkly clean.
(PS - our baby chicks arrive in the mail next week! Stay tuned...)