The neighbours are away and we are feeding their hens. One of the hens has to be given an antibiotic for a ghastly growth on her eye. You haven’t lived until you have chased a hen round the back garden and forced a syringe full of antibiotics down its unwilling beak while your husband attempts to keep it calm. A refreshing start to any day. Thank God the neighbours are back soon. As Mr. Waffle said, “Quite traumatic and probably not much fun for the hen either.”
How is the poorly hen distinguished from the rest so you know you are dosing the right one?
Our neighbour keeps hens and it is lovely to hear them at all times of the day, but I don’t like to receive the eggs. They feed the excess eggs to the foxes that run wild in the area, no doubt attracted by the hens. It is a chicken and egg situation.
Oh v good. We know it’s the right one because she’s got an enormous growth on her eye. Disturbing.