➡ Quail Hatch Along🥚

[BullChick]

What??? You don't remember her killing rampage with the mower?

I saw the pictures a few days ago.

 

[BullChick]

YES! One is all but out. It’s resting before kicking off the second half of its shell.

 

[BullChick]

There is a total of two I see pipped, one that is almost out, and the one that hates me for touching it.

 

[R2elk]

There is a total of two I see pipped, one that is almost out, and the one that hates me for touching it.

Who is worse about this, you or Duckling?

 

[BullChick]

I plead the fifth!

 

[R2elk]

I plead the fifth! View attachment 2092562

I believe that I still have an unopened bottle of that.

 

[R2elk]

I believe that I still have an unopened bottle of that.

Yep, the 1.75 L is unopened as are the Southern Comfort and Wild Turkey. The 750 ml bottle is still half full as is the Christian Brother's Brandy. The Potter's Vodka is really low and I have been out of RUM for years.

 

[BullChick]

Duckling actually left a bit ago. I’m drinking White Russians now.
I am appalled that you don’t drink much! The Christian Brothers and a bottle of bitters are the only things unopened. I didn’t know I’d like gin and tonics so much, so I’ll need to figure out how to keep that in stock.

 

[R2elk]

Duckling actually left a bit ago. I’m drinking White Russians now.
I am appalled that you don’t drink much! The Christian Brothers and a bottle of bitters are the only things unopened. I didn’t know I’d like gin and tonics so much, so I’ll need to figure out how to keep that in stock.

I already drank more than my share of alcohol in my 20s.

I am sorry. None of my business but will she be coming back soon?

I can't tolerate gin. I just don't like the taste of Juniper berries.

 

[BullChick]

I already drank more than my share of alcohol in my 20s.

I am sorry. None of my business but will she be coming back soon?

I can't tolerate gin. I just don't like the taste of Juniper berries.

I don’t know when she will be here again. The situation is still ridiculous after all these years. Poor child doesn’t know where she belongs.