Just to prove I still own my Crazy Chicken Lady status, I gave Sheila a bath this weekend. I hope she won't be too embarrassed when I announce on the internet that her butt was rather poopy. It needed a good clean, and it was too hard for her to do on her own. Hubby shook his head at my crazy, but he did help hold her down when I needed an extra pair of hands.
He drew the line at helping blow-dry her feathers. Apparently, there's crazy, and then there's just plain nuts.
Gotta love a crazy chicken lady!
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