No. Heck no. They run around in the rain. Good enough. I also don’t snuggle with my birds. Maybe I’m the weird one.
However, I don’t show my birds. Mine are economy birds, not luxury birds and certainly not show birds. They eat bugs, dethatch the pasture, spread manure piles and lay eggs, all on a relatively small amount of feed. Economy. They are not pets. When they get old they get retired to freezer camp. If they get sick they get culled. If they develop a limp they get culled. If they don’t lay eggs they get culled. I think they are happy taking dust baths so I don’t waste time fighting it.
I now present two links. The first is a how-to on bathing your chicken sent by my sister. I read that and shake my head. Others may read it and take notes. Good for you.
The second is a portion of a documentary called The Natural History of the Chicken. I would swear it was made as an homage to Christopher Guest. Just watch the bit about the lady with the chicken. Start at the beginning of the series to learn about giving mouth to beak to a chicken…lol.
Good luck and let me know if you have ever bathed with, gone swimming with or kissed a bird. I haven’t.