My poor little ugly
duckling chicken. This poor beast is a survivor. An ugly survivor.
I had never raised bantam chickens before. They are pretty much a useless bird aside from their compact cuteness. Next to standard size poultry, these stood out like colorful little gumballs and were
almost an obsession an obsession when I first saw them at the feed store.
Peeping chicks in a screen covered trough are a weakness of mine. They are just so darn sweet and fuzzy. I want to
collect rescue them all. And bantam chicks are the miniature version of the sweet and fuzzy making them exponentially more sweet and fuzzy.
The particular batch of bantams I bought ended up all having avian pox. It is a virus that is typically non deadly, but (oh yeah) can be disfiguring. I had all the bantams isolated from my other birds, and so far (a year later) no other birds in my flock have shown any symptoms of disease. (I also practice “prevention.” For more info on prevention techniques, click here). Unfortunately, over half of the original dozen banties I bought died.
When sweet and fuzzy grey silkie started showing signs of pox, I wasn’t holding out for a miracle. I learned that bantams are not resilient and it was evident the parent flock at the hatchery they came from was diseased. I dosed the remaining chicks with apple cider vinegar and oregano oil added to their water. I bleached out their area and moved their mobile coop to a fresh spot every few days. Every day I braced myself for finding one more dead. I had done all I could do within my limited ability. Their fate rested with God.
But little sweet fuzzy grey didn’t die. He just got ugly. Really ugly.
I am actually very fond of the little guy…or girl…don’t know…don’t care.
Here is a photo of
Ugly Sweet Fuzzy.
And here is a photo of Sweet Fuzzy in the 1988 movie “Willow”:
Sweet Fuzzy continues to thrive. Someday, you may come and visit and see the survivor for yourself.