You pluck a chicken, you tweaze your eyebrows.

(not for the weak of stomach)

Growing up whenever I would say I was plucking my eyebrows my Mom would always correct me in a sing-songy voice, "you pluck a chicken, and you tweaze your eyebrows.

Well, this afternoon I had the privilege of plucking my chickens hindquarters. The majority of the hens are now sporting naked butts. This had to be done because the lice laid eggs on the quills of the chicken's "bum feathers" (called lice nits). Apparently the most effective way to keep those eggs from hatching is to pull out the feathers they are stuck to. So I plucked a bazillion infested feathers, sealed the feathers tight in a plastic bag, and tossed it in the trash. I then dusted the chickens again, in hopes of killing off the remaining evil adult lice, and sent them on back to the compost pile.

(Lice nit at the end of a feather. To illustrate what I have been dealing with)