I went to the local feed store, browsed the first aid area, and picked up a bottle that looked like what I needed. I carefully read the label to see if it would treat the cut appropriately, and if it could be used on chickens. I even double-checked with the clerk that this was the right thing to get for this purpose. She said yes, and we swapped a few chicken-raising stories. (I seriously love this town.)
So I thought I'd done my homework and all was well.
The next morning, I scooped up Henry, took aim with the spray bottle, and spritzed his toe. It instantly turned black. I started to have hysterics - and then I noticed that my glove was also black. When I slipped off the glove, my fingertips were black. WHAT. IS. HAPPENING.
So I looked at the bottle again.
And for the first time, I actually thought about the name of the product I had purchased. You know, the largest words on the bottle - the ones have been staring me in the face, but that I ignored. Blu-Kote. Say it out loud with me: Blue. Coat.
It's blue. And not just a little bit blue. Opaque, deep, indigo. Blue that seeps through your gloves and stains your fingers, that makes your chicken look like he stomped a smurf to death.
This is actually a very good thing - chickens peck at anything red, so turning his wound blue will hopefully discourage bullying. That said... anyone have any tips for getting dark blue dye out of white chicken feathers?
|Ha ha, Mom is dumb.|