For the last few months, I’ve been giving stern talkings to. I’ve also been threatening that if they didn’t shape up and stop, they were going to have consequences.
Today, I flat ran out of patience. This meant that drastic measures had to be taken. I didn’t want to. They didn’t want me to. They aren’t happy with their consequences. I’m not happy about their consequences. But I’m the mama, which means I’m in charge.
I feel kinda sad, too, knowing they aren’t happy about it. They might even be a little embarrassed, but at this point, I am in it for results. I simply had to stop the carnage.
Yep. I gave the girls the Pinless Peepers.
What girls, and what are these pinless peepers??
Pinless peepers are used for to help combat plucking in fowl. My feathered girls are now sporting peepers. This is what they look like:
We’ve gone around and around and around with this. They have plenty of space. They are not bored. I have upped their protein (and left it there, because not only do they continue with a ton of eggs, but it helps their feathers come back in faster); they don’t have a dietary deficiency. I think they just have bad habits. And being chickens, once they see something unusual,will just keep picking at it, even if what they are picking at is on their own body.
This morning, Bella’s butt was once again a bloody mess and that was it. A few weeks ago, I had ordered the pinless peepers, but then they seemed to slack off on the plucking. I was glad to have them on hand today!
Our first attempt at attaching the peepers did not go well. I was trying to insert them while J (almost 13!) held onto the chicken, but that was not going well. Instructions I had read suggested using some snap ring pliers. When we tried, the pliers broke the peeper and sent the pieces flying.
Fortunately, hunny had come home for lunch and was ready to pitch in. They found the right temperature for the water (heated on the stove with the candy thermometer) and he held while J got the peepers in. He did 2, then it was my turn.
After the first one had her new peepers, we learned real fast that the others were going to go after the head to see what those were, so it was clear they would all have to have them, whether or not they were guilty of the crime. It was at this point I was really glad we didn’t have 100 chickens.
While they’re not real happy, they are all sporting their gorgeous peepers. Initially, they tried picking them off with their feet, but now they are out happily roaming in the backyard.
I could probably get away with it as others have, but I am too tired to stick googly eyes on all of them right now. Maybe tomorrow.
As promised, here are pictures of some of the girls. I couldn’t resist getting pics of their fancy face gear!
I REALLY hope this works!