I have lovely neighbours including a very nice man who lives over the road.
We were talking roosters one day and he offered to trim Brewster's spurs if they needed doing.
Well today, Mr Nice told me to bring the boy over.
I had to catch him first...but that is another whole story.
I wrapped Brewster in a towel and he was very subdued. Maybe the fact that it was a pink towel added to the indignity of the situation.
Who knows what goes on in a rooster's mind?
I learned a couple of things today. The first was that it is almost impossible to take good photos with your non-dominant hand while juggling a rooster in a towel in the other.
I decided to use the photos anyway.
As you can sort of see from this photo Brewster's spurs were about four centimetres (almost 2") long.
|Here is a fuzzy accidental picture of Mr Nice's shed.|
|I had this one all lined up but Mr Nice moved just as I pressed the shutter.|
|Now you can see how Mr Nice used his grinder to file the spur. |
He said that Dr Harry (a celebrity vet in Australia)
showed how to do this on TV
The second thing I learned today was that if you grind a rooster's spur, just a little bit, too far you make a bloody mess.
It had stopped bleeding by the time I said goodbye to Mr Nice who had morphed into Mr I. M. Awfully Sorry.
I dabbed a bit of antiseptic on it before I let Brewster go.
By the way, I have decided not to take Mr Nice up on his offer of a pedicure and manicure...I'll stick to doing it myself.
Brewster gave me a filthy look when I put him down but I know his girls will be happier now.
He was injuring their backs when he mounted them.
Now they can practise 'safe sex'.