Years ago, I saw one in a small, private zoo in the midwest. He had a dark-beige-and-white pied hen with him. There were more, but those were the only two I could see well. They were about the coolest birds I've ever seen!
1. Tack a temporary tarp roof over the new run so I can start mixing the two grown clutches before they go into the big set-up. I've waited waaaaay too long!
2. Do some "make-work" in the yard so I can supervise the integration. The options are many, but I really should work inside to prep for...
Way back when, my Mom was the reason our local dump (excuse me, "landfill,") installed a fence and a designated dumping area. We would wander all over the place, scavenging treasures. I've still got a set of chairs from a local landmark that we dug out and refinished!
This is a deep, meaningful concept that deserves its' own thread - mainly because many will truly benefit from the conversation, but also to keep it from constantly derailing the light-hearted "venting" spirit of this one. As has been said earlier, this was never meant to be a chat thread.
We're deep in the throes of molting, so I'm only getting one to three a day from ten layers. I still have one hen with chicks and a wannabe broody, so I guess that's about right. The broody is VERY persistent, but NO. MORE. CHICKS. THIS. YEAR! :rant
I'm allowed 11, but all but one look the same to the uneducated eye - and none of them hold still long enough for an outsider to count.
So ...
There are only eleven!
Yup. If they were lucky, the whale sounded (dove) to get away. If it didn't, and "ran" instead, the whalers went for a Nantucket Sleighride!
EDIT to correct typo
I was wondering the same thing. At the older age, I'm still leaning more towards one-and-one, but with as little as a two-week difference, we're likely lookin' at two fellas!