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The mite infestation that lead to the unfortunate but kinder euthanasia of one of the Welsummers has passed on to Esme, our Speckledy. She’s one of the original girls and the friendliest chicken in town, and I’d be sad to lose her. So, late last night by the light of the full moon (and a torch!) we were out there washing all the birds legs, and slathering masses of Vaseline on them. I often wonder what other folk do with themselves of an evening…