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Thanks. I added it.I was waiting until today to call it on the remaining eggs. My numbers are 12 set, 2 clear, 7 hatchers (1 died), 3 failed to hatch. So 6 healthy chicks.
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Thanks. I added it.I was waiting until today to call it on the remaining eggs. My numbers are 12 set, 2 clear, 7 hatchers (1 died), 3 failed to hatch. So 6 healthy chicks.
Lots of questions from the three year old though.
She also, incidentally, declared rather passionately this morning that she doesn’t want us to eat the quails.![]()
Duckling went through that. Then she was told eating them means hatching more.My sick male died last night. Probably should have culled him but this was my first time with a sick bird and I really didn’t know what to expect. He would drink the corid water from a syringe and occasionally nibble at food or take a drink.
The rest of the flock looks good so far.
Lots of questions from the three year old though.
She also, incidentally, declared rather passionately this morning that she doesn’t want us to eat the quails.![]()
Good strategy!Duckling went through that. Then she was told eating them means hatching more.She changed her mind.
Yeah. We live a relatively urban life. Our meat comes wrapped in packages. My husband hunts maybe once a year but typically gives the meat to his dad if he gets anything. It is really more about family time for him and I just don’t like the taste of Minnesota deer.Hard conversation. Especially with a 3 year old. Best wishes! Don't remember how we got through that, but I was always bringing home food. Hunting & fishing. They saw the animal and tasted the results. Life is good.
Good luck. I never really explained anything—the chickens are my thing, not theirs, so I simply mentioned offhandedly that the bird being eaten was one of ours. Responses ranged from a noncommital acknowledgement to "Yummy". They've seen plenty of deer hanging from trees or steer heads in a bucket on butchering day, even if they haven't helped with anything themselves.Yeah. We live a relatively urban life. Our meat comes wrapped in packages. My husband hunts maybe once a year but typically gives the meat to his dad if he gets anything. It is really more about family time for him and I just don’t like the taste of Minnesota deer.
We openly talk about where food comes from but harder to go from discussions to reality. I think in her mind she still segregates “fish in the water” from “fish on the plate” and such.
Take him "grocery shopping". Everyone likes a trip to the zoo. Our zoo has free range chickens. We were beyond tickled. Tiny dinosaurs prowling the park paths.Yeah. We live a relatively urban life. Our meat comes wrapped in packages. My husband hunts maybe once a year but typically gives the meat to his dad if he gets anything. It is really more about family time for him and I just don’t like the taste of Minnesota deer.
We openly talk about where food comes from but harder to go from discussions to reality. I think in her mind she still segregates “fish in the water” from “fish on the plate” and such.
I figured you'd have everyone out there skinning and plucking. Family time!Good luck. I never really explained anything—the chickens are my thing, not theirs, so I simply mentioned offhandedly that the bird being eaten was one of ours. Responses ranged from a noncommital acknowledgement to "Yummy". They've seen plenty of deer hanging from trees or steer heads in a bucket on butchering day, even if they haven't helped with anything themselves.
Nah. They'd mess it up. I get a bit obsessive about the order I do stuff in, so it's easier to not have to worry about ordering a squad of urchins around in said correct order. Plus, they'd ruin my knives!I figured you'd have everyone out there skinning and plucking. Family time!