I seem to recall @Ponypoor having a hen last year at 6 weeks broody cause she was so determined.
I sympathize. I wanted less than a dozen. Two years in and I had over 50 because of one broody hen and her resulting daughters. Then I bought a few little bantams. I think the most chicks that they've ever hatched out at one time was 3 dozen. I'm breaking them as often as possible nowadays.
 
I seem to recall @Ponypoor having a hen last year at 6 weeks broody cause she was so determined.
Don’t tell me about this.
I am quite good at coping with stuff as it happens. But I really don’t want to look ahead.
I would like Piglet to take a break in laying (she has provided me an egg almost every single day through the winter) so I can leave her until Sylvie has snapped out of it and there is room in the jail. By which time of course someone else will be broody.
The only one who I think I would consider chicks for is Babs. But then I have the big trip to consider. Six weeks away with babies just isn’t going to work. I worry Babs will go broody as I head to the airport!
Babs lays every single day. She takes a day off maybe every two weeks. This is now for over a year. She really should take a break in agg laying.
 
I told you all before grandma had her stroke that she was a hoarder. Her place is bad, really really bad. To top it off she would hide important stuff in-between pages of books or folded up in material. This means that we have to look through everything. She also had a mouse problem at the end. We finally got them taken care of it seems, but not before they ruined so much stuff. The porch, to get it cleaned off we filled up dads truck 8 times to haul off literal garbage to the dump. Now that the porch is clean we could start on the inside and drag out the boxes outside to sit on the swing to go through them. Inside is very much the same as the porch. She would not even toss the plastic rings from when she bought gatoraid or pop, she could weave them together to make something so she claimed. In all of this we are finding so many little things. About every box for some reason has pictures. Old pictures I have never saw or would never have thought she would have. I found a picture of my papaw on my dads side. He was about 22 and in his military uniform. Then I found a picture of him, my granny and me on my first birthday. In that same box was pictures of her with Rosie when she was about 2 months old. In another box was a scrapbook she had done filled with old newspaper articles she had saved. They were dated from 1966 to 1967. Some of those articles were about the fighting with Israel and Egypt and Syria at the time. Several were about a set of Quintuplets that were born and sadly all 5 passed. In that same scrapbook were 2 other tiny articles with a picture. I will have to take a photo to show you all. On the 2nd page is a picture of a girl holding a 4 legged rooster from Guam. The other one our friends @BY Bob and @Ponypoor will appreciate. It was a picture of a white polish rooster. I think the article was about a poultry show. It was so odd finding those two tiny articles in a scrapbook full of to be honest history. It was not long after that me and mom found the rooster windchime that I had to bring home. Cleaning up grandma's house is a daunting task. One that is so frustrating when you have to wonder why she had to keep so much stuff. There is also anger at times like when I found the outfit I brought Rosie home from the hospital in that she insisted she got to keep. She was going to put it in her cedar chest so I let her take it. Tossed in a box of commodities that was buried in the living room filled with mouse droppings and chewed up. No saving it, and that one hurt. Then we find the pictures or the scrapbook that are untouched. In boxes full of mouse poop, yet untouched.
:hugs :hugs:hugs
 
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One month in and I am so happy with this flock block purchase; everyone with chickens in confinement should try one out.
I had some trepidation due to reading bad reviews, but the chooks are both super interested in it (look, four of them pecking at once!), and it’s the right texture. Not too soft that they’re eating a ton and getting too much “junk food”, and not too hard that they’re discouraged.
 

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