Re: How to diagnose?...article to read

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Hi Krys,

Here is a link to the detailed article you are referring to. It is much

easier to read here as a PDF. Hope this can provide some insight. The

article was very enlightening.

TIm

http://www.birdmites.org/resources/1951.pdf

> >>

> >>

> >> From: Krys Brennand < krys109uk@...krys109uk@...

> >> Subject: How to diagnose?

> >> " bird mites " < bird mites

> >> bird mites

> >> Date: Monday, May 2, 2011, 1:16 AM

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >> It seems to me, if I am to help my mother get rid of her parasites,

I need

> >> to know how to diagnose precisely what it is she needs to kill.

> >>

> >> I am familiar with how the bird mites D.gallinae & O.sylvarium are

dealt

> >> with in poultry houses. I've dealt with O.sylvarium, in poultry,

(these

> >> being considerably easier to eradicate than D.gallinae).

> >>

> >> But, since researching, apart from various mites, I've read that

there is

> >> a possibility of human infestation by some type of Collembola, &

Morgellons

> >> & have recently read of people being bitten by thrips (which I had,

> >> previously, only related to plants). It does not seem likely they

would all

> >> be removed from the environment in the same way.

> >>

> >> I am not convinced my mother has a bird mite infestation for the

following

> >> reasons: She has never found a mite. The bird mites, mentioned

above, are

> >> visible with the naked eye. Bird mites, at least in chickens, suck

blood,

> >> but they don't burrow into the skin on chickens (though live

chickens have

> >> more delicate skin than humans), nor do they leave black fibrous

specks or

> >> white crystal things.

> >>

> >> I, also, notice the black specks & white bits seem to be a common

tread of

> >> infestations.

> >>

> >> How does one diagnose which parasite?

> >>

> >> Thanks

> >> Krys

> >>

> >> --

> >> I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

> >> And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

> >> And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's

shaking,

> >> And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

> >> I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

> >> Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

> >> And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

> >> And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

> >> I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

> >> To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a

whetted

> >> knife;

> >> And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

> >> And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

> >>

> >> *Sea Fever* - Masefield

> >>

> >>

> >

> >

> > --

> > They shut the road through the woods

> > Seventy years ago.

> > Weather and rain have undone it again,

> > And now you would never know

> > There was once a road through the woods

> > Before they planted the trees.

> > It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> > And the thin anemones.

> > Only the keeper sees

> > That, where the ring-dove broods,

> > And the badgers roll at ease,

> > There was once a road through the woods.

> >

> > Yet, if you enter the woods

> > Of a summer evening late,

> > When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> > Where the otter whistles his mate.

> > (They fear not men in the woods,

> > Because they see so few)

> > You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> > And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> > Steadily cantering through

> > The misty solitudes,

> > As though they perfectly knew

> > The old lost road through the woods….

> > But there is no road through the woods.

> > *

> > The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

> --

> They shut the road through the woods

> Seventy years ago.

> Weather and rain have undone it again,

> And now you would never know

> There was once a road through the woods

> Before they planted the trees.

> It is underneath the coppice and heath,

> And the thin anemones.

> Only the keeper sees

> That, where the ring-dove broods,

> And the badgers roll at ease,

> There was once a road through the woods.

>

> Yet, if you enter the woods

> Of a summer evening late,

> When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

> Where the otter whistles his mate.

> (They fear not men in the woods,

> Because they see so few)

> You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

> And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

> Steadily cantering through

> The misty solitudes,

> As though they perfectly knew

> The old lost road through the woods….

> But there is no road through the woods.

> *

> The Way Through the Woods* - Rudyard Kipling

>