Ok, I was in for all of the cleanin' and waterin' and feedin'. I was even prepared for these things to try and peck my eyes out when I attempt to collect eggs (stay tuned for those future adventures). I was not, however, planning on wiping a chicken's bum. I'm sorry to be so plain, but there is no delicate way to put it. When you give birth to a human child, the motherly instinct to keep them clean and happy seems quite natural (not enjoyable, just normal). Perhaps because I did not hatch these babies, I just don't feel the same way. However I was reading on the interwebs - the place where everyone goes for completely reliable, fully researched and tested information- that if a chick gets a, well dirty bum, and it stays that way, she can't, ummm do her business and well, dies. When you gotta go, you gotta go! I must educate you, my dear reader, seeing as this is on the interwebs as well, that a chicken's posterior is called a "vent" (kinda nice and winsome). Seeing I don't want any of my babies to expire (that would simply crush BCF jr) I was a vigilant poop inspector. The runt had a suspect behind and I went to work...let's just say she was wetter and somewhat cleaner than before...and pretty much hating me. "Madder than a wet hen" has it's roots.
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