My main rooster, Zaccheus, always gives all the tidbits to his hens. Yesterday as the girls were busy finding grape bits I'd tossed around the run I offered the last grape bit to him, on my palm. He took it gently.
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While cleaning out my office at work I discovered a pair of socks stowed in a drawer, JIC my feet got wet. I probably won't wear them again, they're too worn to donate, and it came to mind how we used to tie old socks together as a dog pull toy!
Caleb might enjoy them. I am bringing him home...
Yes. Thank you. Last year we didn't do much with Thanksgiving that I recall, and Christmas was spent in the hospital.
But I won't be bored, as I am supposed to pick up Caleb from the foster's Wednesday after noon. I hope to do pre-cooking, but either way it's going to be chaotic!
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I've a friend online who is like me, uses whatever works: feedbags, shower curtains, plastic tablecloths, you name it!
It's in the backyard, so who cares?
And so the culling of farmed ostriches that had AI, recovered, and were thriving almost a year later makes no sense.
Another reason why some of us don't put our faith in bureaucracy.