We’ve had some strange weather here the last few days – it warmed up from below-zero temperatures midweek to the 50s on Friday and Saturday, resulting in a fierce wind that sent dried leaves swirling and dancing through the forest, driving our Shiba Inu Ruby mad with delight as she chased them hither and yon. Earlier in the week it had snowed and even the snowflakes were worth chasing and snapping out of midair:
The rash that had broken out all over my arms finally drove me to the doctor today, who advised me to get rid of our new chicks. You see, when I had allergy testing done a number of years ago, I reacted to chickens and most other livestock. I didn’t think touching them would cause me to break out in itchy red welts like this, but it has. And not only I but also one of our daughters, our little animal lover who has had her hands in the brooder petting and playing with them, feeding them mealworms by hand, everyday…red itchy bumps up and down both her arms, both of us sneezing and uncomfortable. No one else has developed any allergic reactions to them, thankfully.
We moved them to the garage because they aren’t big enough to go outside in a coop yet (and we hadn’t prepared a coop yet, either, though we planned to do it this week). But my husband talked it through with me, letting me know that this was not going to work because he would not be able to take on the sole care of the grown hens and didn’t think I’d be too happy to have to completely avoid them. Continue reading