The other day we needed to move some furniture from the house to the garage. I pinned open the storm door, then my husband and I heard it, a loud thump. A black capped chickadee had flown into the window. My husband scooped it up in his hands. It was laid out flat. It’s toes were curled and it’s neck was wobbly. My husband immediately feared it had broken its neck. I told him to quickly warm it in his hands as I fetched a dish towel. The poor thing’s toes were curling around my husband’s fingers. I took it and wrapped it snugly into the dish towel. It stared into my eyes and blinked. Still nestled in the towel, I propped it upright on the front step so that it could peer out into the world. It needed a moment to recover from the shock of the accident.
The last few times when I have cleaned out the girls’ coop each week, I have discovered a couple of mites in the litter. I instantly got the heebee jeebees and thought that they were crawling all over me. Then I thought of the poor girls. How did they feel? In the little research that I had done, I knew that most mites on chickens like to feed off the chickens at night when the girls are fast asleep. A bad infestation can kill chickens due to anemia. So, I decided to do some research and share with you what I learned.