Just when I think everything's under control, something happens. I'm struck by how naive I am and, oh I dunno, easily fooled into a false sense of security?
The batch of babies that hatched under mama hen have lice.
Yes, you heard me: lice.
I never in a million years imagined this could happen, or that the flock was infested AGAIN. Fuck! They've been treated so many fucking times now! I don't understand!
So now the babies have all been treated and one of them is really sick, it's in a box on our counter under a heating lamp - I had to syringe meds down its throat, poor little bugger. Crossing fingers it gets better... They are so tiny and so fragile at this age :-/
Half of them go to their new homes at the end of the week so thank goodness I caught this in time - my reputation could have been ruined!
Tomorrow I will have to clean out and disinfect the entire coop as well as treat 30 birds (catch, hold, put some drops on the skin of their neck - not an easy feat let me tell you). If I'm lucky it will take me about 3 hours from start to finish. And then repeat again at some point because apparently the coop is cursed!
I get extra dog chores for the next couple of days, too.
Owning pets is about assuming the bad with the good, right?
At least it's supposed to be warm and sunny tomorrow, for a change. Then this headache can take a hike, everyone can enjoy some fresh air and life is good :)
Good news: we paid a super accountant to get our taxes done and taadaaah! A nice refund is on the way, yey! I can pay off my laptop and re-invest the money into my RRSP's to ensure another refund next year. Or so I hope. And I'm getting my hair cut this week, too! Bonus!
On this note, I'm off to put freshly-washed sheets on the bed and try to get some sleep, if sleep will have me.
/end of Wishing For Mister Sandman post/