Sorry I've not been on much - busy being bitten again!

First topic message reminder :

I swear, every animal I've come into contact with over the last two weeks has bitten or otherwise tried to maim me me! Gnawed by a very mouthy working Gordon Setter, pecked by an angry chicken, nibbled by a degu, clawed by the pub cat, kicked by a New Zealand White rabbit, among others.

The rabbit was absolutely lovely, though. Virtually blind, even for an albino, as she was used for cosmetics testing before she arrived on site. Also very big girl, at 13 lbs! I had to use both of my arms to support her; even then, she was making my arms ache after a minute! But she was very friendly, cuddly and warm. I'd been sitting on my bum in a muddy chicken enclosure all morning, with the temperature only one or two degrees above freezing - pouring with rain and windy! Could hardly feel my fingers! So it was very nice to take some time off to cuddle a rabbit, even if she did play Thumper on my lap.

Except it's an entirely different situation, isn't it? With entirely different legislation, chickens, climate, parasites, etc.. I highly doubt a university, which has received numerous awards for high quality animal care, has gotten it that far wrong either. This isn't a farm. It's a centre for rescue and education and would not be able to keep that status without strictly adhering to said legislation.

I don't really see the need to be getting snippy about it, when I've not criticised the way you, or anybody else, cares for their chickens; you're the one who was criticising.

I wasn't being "snippy"? (I assume that means nasty) I just happen not to agree with you on this, thats all.

Let's agree to disagree. The laws in the UK are worded in such a way as to ensure that animals must either be treated with conventional medicines or with tested and approved natural/homeopathic remedies. As far as I'm aware (& i may well be wrong) there have been no approvals for the use of lavender in the treatment of mites.

However, this thread wasn't about that so let's get back on track!

You were a bit snippy Tracy And don't feel offended, relax. We all have different ideas and systems.

A friend of mine mixes in some diatomaceous earth in her chickens dust 'baths'. Swears by it.

and

http://www.channel4.com/programmes/foxes-live-wild-in-the-city/articles/all/do-foxes-kill-for-pleasure

Well I didnt mean to be "snippy". I shall refrain from commenting in the future unless I agree, or keep it to, ohhh, nice, lovely etc. Sorry to everyone that I upset by having an opinion that differed.

Now don't be sarcastic. If you want your opinion and views respected, you have to do the same in return. Again - relax, we're all friends

Exactly! Works both ways.

I did not comment on ea countys laws, only a method of treatment. I won't comment further.

Tracy, that's silly. Your opinions are welcome & respected, just please respect other opinions as well & understand that there are different laws etc in different countries! What's allowable in Australia may not be allowable in the UK/USA/Africa etc & vice versa.

There was no disrespect of your opinion, but just comments that things are different here.

Shisa wrote:

A friend of mine mixes in some diatomaceous earth in her chickens dust 'baths'. Swears by it.

I do this too.

Caryll wrote:Tracy, that's silly. Your opinions are welcome & respected, just please respect other opinions as well & understand that there are different laws etc in different countries! What's allowable in Australia may not be allowable in the UK/USA/Africa etc & vice versa.

There was no disrespect of your opinion, but just comments that things are different here.

It's always good to exchange opinions and points of view and I would hate to see that change.

The written word is so often open to misinterpretations, I have often gotten myself into trouble with my "tongue in cheek" written words (one of my sagas regarding a pint of milk available upon request!)

Lynda! You have to tell us that story!

Caryll wrote:Lynda! You have to tell us that story!

Well ..... About 15 years ago now I was working in a company that very kindly provided coffee, tea and milk for us to make our own cuppas. Early one afternoon the milk had run out, so I offered to pop out and get some more. "Don't worry" said the MD's secretary, let's call her Freda, "I'm just going out to sign up at a Cash and Carry, I'll bring some back."

About 2.30 pm I left a note on her desk "2.30. Please ring me when you're back so we can have a cuppatea!" 3pm and 3.30pm I added to the note (with times) requesting a call as soon as the milk arrived. 4pm I added to the note "4pm Please bring the milk, we are dying of thirst here!". 4.30pm (half an hour before knocking off time) I added to the note "4.30. Don't worry. We died!"

Next morning the poo hit the fan. Freda had shown my note to the MD and I was now considered dangerous, the cheeky git of the company. In vain did I protest that I wasn't being subversive, just suffering from thirst and a (obviously warped) sense of humour. I was gob-smacked as I never intended my notes to be taken "that way" as after all Freda and I were friends.

I've never forgotten how my written words were misinterpreted and have since tried to think twice before writing irrecoverably anything down (especially when I have my sense-of-fun hat on as it just does not come through, apparently), but I still get it wrong sometimes!

Lynda, I love your stories - you should write a book about them!

Eleanor says it should be called "Lynda's Laughs".

So glad to oblige with a laugh, ma'ams!

Serious face on - it did teach me a lesson

LyndaW wrote:

Caryll wrote:Lynda! You have to tell us that story!

Well ..... About 15 years ago now I was working in a company that very kindly provided coffee, tea and milk for us to make our own cuppas.  Early one afternoon the milk had run out, so I offered to pop out and get some more.  "Don't worry" said the MD's secretary, let's call her Freda, "I'm just going out to sign up at a Cash and Carry, I'll bring some back."

About 2.30 pm I left a note on her desk "2.30. Please ring me when you're back so we can have a cuppatea!"  3pm and 3.30pm I added to the note  (with times) requesting a call as soon as the milk arrived.  4pm I added to the note "4pm Please bring the milk, we are dying of thirst here!".  4.30pm (half an hour before knocking off time) I added to the note "4.30.  Don't worry. We died!"

Next morning the poo hit the fan.  Freda had shown my note to the MD and I was now considered dangerous, the cheeky git of the company.  In vain did I protest that I wasn't being subversive, just suffering from thirst and a (obviously warped) sense of humour.  I was gob-smacked as I never intended my notes to be taken "that way" as after all Freda and I were friends.

I've never forgotten how my written words were misinterpreted and have since tried to think twice before writing irrecoverably anything down (especially when I have my sense-of-fun hat on as it just does not come through, apparently), but I still get it wrong sometimes!

LyndaW wrote:

If it had been me you'd had a little gravestone and flowers on your desk the next day

Shisa wrote:If it had been me you'd had a little gravestone and flowers on your desk the next day

See how easy it is for me to put my foot in it!

As it was, I nearly got my P45!