Aggi Where do you buy Dutchy Re: Re: Addition to my previous post

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Hi Aggi

Aggi Where do you buy Dutchy's ?

I can't find them anywhere

Thanks for all you posts & report , I am so happy you are better ..

God bless you Aggi,

Bill

On Mon Jun 6th, 2011 5:56 PM EDT Aggi 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!

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>www.kalahealthinternational.com

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

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

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

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

>>

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