Addition to my previous post

[Guest guest]

The company selling the mites is called REFONA, but they do not have an English

site. This is all I could find on a forum.

Dutchy's - Biological Control for mite - where to get it for UK & Ireland

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My vet who is Dutch but liviing in Ireland told me of a biological control for

mite called Dutchy's, apparently you put these guys (some sort of tiny insect)

into the coop, and they eat the mite and die off once there are no mite left to

eat. The vets parents use it all the time and it works. The website she gave me

was http://www.refona.nl/refona/pages/de/dutchy-s-r.php but neither my Dutch or

German are that good, the bit I did understand when I tried to register was that

there wasnt an option to ship to Ireland. Anyone know where else you can buy on

line?

Aisling

[Guest guest]

Thank you. Those are some interesting sites.  I'll talk to my mother about it & suggest she try it fo a few days & see how it goes. ThanksKrysOn 3 June 2011 10:28, healinghope <mfrreman@...> wrote:

 

Kyrs The odds of being allergic to MSM are very low. Your mother may experience a detox, confusing this with an allergic reaction.

http://www.oxygenamerica.com/ProductDetails.aspx?productID=407

http://www.msmguide.com/facts/faq/#five

http://abchomeopathy.com/forum2.php/26726/

http://www.nwhealthsolutions.com/msmfaq.htm

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > The company selling the mites is called REFONA, but they do not

> > > > have an

> > > > > > > > English site. This is all I could find on a forum.

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > Dutchy's - Biological Control for mite - where to get it for UK

> > &

> > > > > > Ireland

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > ----------------------------------------------------------

> > > > > > > > My vet who is Dutch but liviing in Ireland told me of a

> > biological

> > > > > > control

> > > > > > > > for mite called Dutchy's, apparently you put these guys (some

> > sort

> > > > of

> > > > > > tiny

> > > > > > > > insect) into the coop, and they eat the mite and die off once

> > there

> > > > are

> > > > > > no

> > > > > > > > mite left to eat. The vets parents use it all the time and it

> > > > works.

> > > > > > The

> > > > > > > > website she gave me was

> > > > > > > > http://www.refona.nl/refona/pages/de/dutchy-s-r.php but

> > neither my

> > > > > > Dutch

> > > > > > > > or German are that good, the bit I did understand when I tried

> > to

> > > > > > register

> > > > > > > > was that there wasnt an option to ship to Ireland. Anyone know

> > > > where

> > > > > > else

> > > > > > > > you can buy on line?

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > Aisling

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > 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

> > > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > --

> > > 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

>

-- 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

[Guest guest]

Hey Krys. Just wanted to let you know that I have a SEVERE allergy to Septra

and Cipro (sulfa based drugs). Like life threatening. However, I was able to

tolerate MSM supplements. When things were really terrible for us I was willing

to risk anything to just to feel better and someone else told me the probability

I would react to pure MSM was low. I am not recommending she try MSM but I

wanted you to know my experience in the event she wanted to chat with someone

who has a similar issue. I did not try it topically - just the MSM pills.

Wishing her peace & health!

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > The company selling the mites is called REFONA, but they do

> > not

> > > > > > have an

> > > > > > > > > > English site. This is all I could find on a forum.

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > Dutchy's - Biological Control for mite - where to get it

> > for UK

> > > > &

> > > > > > > > Ireland

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > ----------------------------------------------------------

> > > > > > > > > > My vet who is Dutch but liviing in Ireland told me of a

> > > > biological

> > > > > > > > control

> > > > > > > > > > for mite called Dutchy's, apparently you put these guys

> > (some

> > > > sort

> > > > > > of

> > > > > > > > tiny

> > > > > > > > > > insect) into the coop, and they eat the mite and die off

> > once

> > > > there

> > > > > > are

> > > > > > > > no

> > > > > > > > > > mite left to eat. The vets parents use it all the time and

> > it

> > > > > > works.

> > > > > > > > The

> > > > > > > > > > website she gave me was

> > > > > > > > > > http://www.refona.nl/refona/pages/de/dutchy-s-r.php but

> > > > neither my

> > > > > > > > Dutch

> > > > > > > > > > or German are that good, the bit I did understand when I

> > tried

> > > > to

> > > > > > > > register

> > > > > > > > > > was that there wasnt an option to ship to Ireland. Anyone

> > know

> > > > > > where

> > > > > > > > else

> > > > > > > > > > you can buy on line?

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > Aisling

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > > > 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

> > > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > --

> > > > > 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

> > >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

> --

> 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

>

[Guest guest]

Krys, this is where I orderded the MSM. The capsules (1st item on the MSM

product table) do not contain any additives and have been a life saver for me!

www.kalahealthinternational.com

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > The company selling the mites is called REFONA, but

> > they do

> > > > not

> > > > > > > > have an

> > > > > > > > > > > > English site. This is all I could find on a forum.

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > Dutchy's - Biological Control for mite - where to get

> > it

> > > > for UK

> > > > > > &

> > > > > > > > > > Ireland

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > ----------------------------------------------------------

> > > > > > > > > > > > My vet who is Dutch but liviing in Ireland told me of a

> > > > > > biological

> > > > > > > > > > control

> > > > > > > > > > > > for mite called Dutchy's, apparently you put these guys

> > > > (some

> > > > > > sort

> > > > > > > > of

> > > > > > > > > > tiny

> > > > > > > > > > > > insect) into the coop, and they eat the mite and die

> > off

> > > > once

> > > > > > there

> > > > > > > > are

> > > > > > > > > > no

> > > > > > > > > > > > mite left to eat. The vets parents use it all the time

> > and

> > > > it

> > > > > > > > works.

> > > > > > > > > > The

> > > > > > > > > > > > website she gave me was

> > > > > > > > > > > > http://www.refona.nl/refona/pages/de/dutchy-s-r.phpbut

> > > > > > neither my

> > > > > > > > > > Dutch

> > > > > > > > > > > > or German are that good, the bit I did understand when

> > I

> > > > tried

> > > > > > to

> > > > > > > > > > register

> > > > > > > > > > > > was that there wasnt an option to ship to Ireland.

> > Anyone

> > > > know

> > > > > > > > where

> > > > > > > > > > else

> > > > > > > > > > > > you can buy on line?

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > Aisling

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > > > > > 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

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > 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

> > > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > --

> > > 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

>

[Guest guest]

Thanks for the link Aggi. Is it the capsules you take?On 6 June 2011 16:56, Aggi <aggi_assmann@...> wrote:

 

Krys, this is where I orderded the MSM. The capsules (1st item on the MSM product table) do not contain any additives and have been a life saver for me!

www.kalahealthinternational.com

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > The company selling the mites is called REFONA, but

> > they do

> > > > not

> > > > > > > > have an

> > > > > > > > > > > > English site. This is all I could find on a forum.

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > Dutchy's - Biological Control for mite - where to get

> > it

> > > > for UK

> > > > > > &

> > > > > > > > > > Ireland

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > ----------------------------------------------------------

> > > > > > > > > > > > My vet who is Dutch but liviing in Ireland told me of a

> > > > > > biological

> > > > > > > > > > control

> > > > > > > > > > > > for mite called Dutchy's, apparently you put these guys

> > > > (some

> > > > > > sort

> > > > > > > > of

> > > > > > > > > > tiny

> > > > > > > > > > > > insect) into the coop, and they eat the mite and die

> > off

> > > > once

> > > > > > there

> > > > > > > > are

> > > > > > > > > > no

> > > > > > > > > > > > mite left to eat. The vets parents use it all the time

> > and

> > > > it

> > > > > > > > works.

> > > > > > > > > > The

> > > > > > > > > > > > website she gave me was

> > > > > > > > > > > > http://www.refona.nl/refona/pages/de/dutchy-s-r.phpbut

> > > > > > neither my

> > > > > > > > > > Dutch

> > > > > > > > > > > > or German are that good, the bit I did understand when

> > I

> > > > tried

> > > > > > to

> > > > > > > > > > register

> > > > > > > > > > > > was that there wasnt an option to ship to Ireland.

> > Anyone

> > > > know

> > > > > > > > where

> > > > > > > > > > else

> > > > > > > > > > > > you can buy on line?

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > Aisling

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > > > > > 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

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > 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

> > > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > --

> > > 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

>

-- 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

[Guest guest]

Thanks Aggi.On 7 June 2011 14:33, Aggi <aggi_assmann@...> wrote:

 

Hello Krys, yes indeed the 1000 mg capsules. I am taking 2 caps in the morning and then two on the night, equals to 4000 mg which is the max. dose one should take per day.

> > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > The company selling the mites is called REFONA, but

> > > > they do

> > > > > > not

> > > > > > > > > > have an

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > English site. This is all I could find on a forum.

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Dutchy's - Biological Control for mite - where to

> > get

> > > > it

> > > > > > for UK

> > > > > > > > &

> > > > > > > > > > > > Ireland

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > ----------------------------------------------------------

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > My vet who is Dutch but liviing in Ireland told me

> > of a

> > > > > > > > biological

> > > > > > > > > > > > control

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > for mite called Dutchy's, apparently you put these

> > guys

> > > > > > (some

> > > > > > > > sort

> > > > > > > > > > of

> > > > > > > > > > > > tiny

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > insect) into the coop, and they eat the mite and

> > die

> > > > off

> > > > > > once

> > > > > > > > there

> > > > > > > > > > are

> > > > > > > > > > > > no

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > mite left to eat. The vets parents use it all the

> > time

> > > > and

> > > > > > it

> > > > > > > > > > works.

> > > > > > > > > > > > The

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > website she gave me was

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > http://www.refona.nl/refona/pages/de/dutchy-s-r.phpbut

> > > > > > > > neither my

> > > > > > > > > > > > Dutch

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > or German are that good, the bit I did understand

> > when

> > > > I

> > > > > > tried

> > > > > > > > to

> > > > > > > > > > > > register

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > was that there wasnt an option to ship to Ireland.

> > > > Anyone

> > > > > > know

> > > > > > > > > > where

> > > > > > > > > > > > else

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > you can buy on line?

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Aisling

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > > > > > > > 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

> > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > > --

> > > > > > > > > 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

> > > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > --

> > > > > 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

> > >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

> --

> 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