What? But, you're calling them aliens.I'm like thisbecause you are telling the aliens I call him the drug dealer...how in the world am I even going to try to explain that one.
Milk drinker is one thing but drug dealer. I better put my thinking cap on.
That's what he looks like. 
Probably very cute. Yes, go to bed. You need your beauty sleep so you can be all purdy for us tomorrow .
Does boss lady know this? I bet she is now starting to wonder why she forced me to start this thread huh....
Putting phone down now.Probably very cute. Yes, go to bed. You need your beauty sleep so you can be all purdy for us tomorrow .
Someone needs to learn how to speed read. Don't worry I haven't figured out how to do it yet either.
I tried. I'm up so I might as well catch up....
Goodnight!
Being behind is normal for you. I was just wondering what going to happen when Liz sees this thread. Is so going to skip it? Or pull a Liz and do her mega quoting thing? I might try that when I really wake up in the morning and am on the computer.I feel your pain. Same here...just caught up.
Wicked a novel???? I shouldn't be surprised but I am. Now I gotta go back and actually read it.View attachment 1312653 What? Going to do things backwards? I am the ultimate do-it-backwards goddess.
How do you not know this?
I got into this whole chicken gig again because I wanted 5 chickens. Five chickens for yard candy. The person had 14! And a rabbit!
Brought the 14 chickens and one rabbit (4 or 5 were roosters). The hens laid eggs for 2 weeks. Then one day short of the two weeks, all the hens except for 2 were predated.I had all these fertile eggs but didn't know anything about incubating.
Fast forward 2 weeks, I'd come across incubator builds on Youtube. I bought the styro cooler and some of the parts. Made a few impromptu drives to the city because stores there had some of what I needed...1.5 hours away!! I finally found the feed store that carries the wafer thermostat and voila! I could finish it!
By then it was 4 weeks in, the eggs were still lying in the barn, unturned. I started to incubate. As soon as I could tell eggs weren't viable, out they came and more went in. That's why I built my incubator and that's how I began stagger hatching. It was out of desperation to resurrect the lovely hens that I failed to protect. That's how I started doing this.
I got three chicks from those eggs that laid there waiting for a month! They are some of the toughest and most special chickens I own!
And while I was working on this whole incubator thing, I bought 2 groups of chicks; 2-week old EEs and 3-week old Old English Game Bantams.. No brooder or light set up. I just kept them in their box that night and closed the lid. I configured it the next day.
Dare I mention about the sheep? Didn't' have the fence done but got the call that they were ready to be picked up. Sister came with, had a great bonding day! Picked up the llama, Bert, who was going to stay with the sheep. Brought the shovel, the box and picked up his poop pellets. We were on our way! Picked up KFC for supper on the way back to the sheep. Picked up the sheep and headed home.
We thought we'd keep them in the horse pen and keep the horses in the electric wire fence that was around the bins. Awesome idea! No, it was NOT!!
The llama jumped out of the trailer, my gelding saw the llama and you could see the look on his face "what the blank?!?" My gelding freaked!! The llama freaked!! My gelding went through the cattle panels AND the electric wire and ran across the pasture towards the cattle. The llama followed out the hole in the fence.The cattle saw the llama and collectively freaked "what the H is that thing!?!" and they started to run. My husband, a fairly mild-mannered guy started screaming expletives...don't let that blank, blank llama get to those blank, blank cattle. There was so much more, but that's the only part that is repeatable. The cows were our employers' cattle. 'Nuff said.
My sister, who had never seen my husband upset, went directly into shock and was left standing there, speechless... scarred for the rest of her life. She still talks about the horror of the whole experience.
Let's just say, it is a lot easier to look back and laugh about it now.
I'm not even going to mention the time I thought it would be a good idea to get 60 meat chickens, no building but couldn't wait...and started them in the basement.
'Nuff said there too.
I didn't think these things were sold either...I found out Friday.yup, sure do, cobber
(I don't think they sell babies in eggs to eat, though.... ewww, not nice)
