Spa Day for the "Girls"

The last two days have difficult. I really miss Sweetie.  Her attitude was
always pleasant and easy.  Of course, that won her no favors with the
larger chicks.  She was picked on by the largest birds.  Pecking order is
real in the chicken world.  She was the smallest; now Blondie is the smallest. 
But Blondie doesn't tolerate that behavior.  You think she's going to,
but, no, not Blondie.  When she is done, she strikes hard and fast--and sends the
others running, hiding.  But she is protective of the weaker.  Ginger hung out
with her at my insistence.  Ginger was picked on and pecked until I paired
two together.  I watched Blondie  literally stared Henny Penny down one
night as she was wanting to go after Ginger.  That's all she did--that stare
meant business.  Slowly Ginger's attitude changed and now she's confident
and sassy--she even steals food from Henny Penny.  And she is fiercely
loyal to Blondie.

I decided to give the girls a "spa day" and it was a hoot to watch. I ran warm
water in their sink. put a tiny bit of blue Dawn in it, and some extra virgin
olive oil in it.  The first one was Henny Penny, she protested followed by
a melting and a cooing sound that sounded like, "I didn't know life could be
any sweeter."  They all reacted the same way. It was sweet and touching.

After the spa part of the treatment,  I carefully put olive oil on their combs. Then
I sat them down carefully.  They looked so satisfied so happy.  And I knew
Sweetie would have liked this.  She had her "spa" day when she hurt her foot.
So had undivided attention all day, and she ate it up!  She may be gone but
not forgotten.

All for today

Kate Thorn