Saturday, April 2, 2016

Singing the Blues

Remember my last post, when I mentioned going to get antiseptic spray and bandages for our injured chicken? Well, gather 'round children, while I tell you the story of a little life lesson learned.

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.


  1. Not the first time dye has colored anything. Didn't all our years of tech and hair dying teach matter how you try and what you do, something always ends up blue.