3rd Annual New Year's Day Hatch!!

Thanks, Sumatra and I'm sorry for your loss, too.

I found the body of my barred rock today. She was inside the run. Couldn't tell what was chicken damage from predator damage so I still don't know what it was that got her. Amazing how I didn't see her last night, I had to have been practically crouched on top of her trying to look under the coop last night.

I would think that it might have been death due to worming her on Saturday morning, had it not been for the ducks gone missing today, too.

I found my female duck (I could hear her quacking) freaked out at the house at the end of the road, maybe a quarter to half mile away. Looks like she had been there awhile as there was all kinds of bread out there (I assume the people in the house were feeding her). No sign of her always attached at the hip mate. She wasn't acting normal and wouldn't even come to me for grapes. I tried to throw a towel over her and she flew off into the sunset.
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Oh and my neighbors got to watch me sob all the way down the road back to my house after the duck flew off.

And to add insult to my poultry injuries today, my chronically ill white leghorn that internally lays is finally ready to be culled. She is now walking like a runner duck and her abdomen is so distended that she couldn't get into the coop tonight. I knew it was coming because I found her roosting on the bottom nesting box the last 2 nights, and she's always up high on the real roosts. I just don't have the mental capacity to do it tonight although I know it needs to be done ASAP.


I did manage to get about half a roll of fishing line strung up across the top of my run today. I've also got 2 traps baited, to go out tomorrow morning, just in case it's a land predator.
 
Making mac and cheese for BamBam's b-day. He comes over and tells me he barfed. I didn't find it, and figured the dogs ate it.

So I sit down to say hi to you all, and he comes in and says he barfed. I ask where, and he says, "On your chair, on your pants."

Sure enough, I sat right in it.


...apparently I was wet and cold all day today, so that little extra squish didn't even register.
 
Sat: shane breaks car window: It wont roll up.

Monday morning:

1. Rain comes back ~2am. Rains hard all night.
2. Laree wakes up to see it has rained. Rushes out to see if brooder heat has shorted out because of rain. It has. Chicks are alive, but cold.
3. Laree goes to feed flock. 1/2 of flock slept outside. Stupid turkeys are all wet and cold.
4. Laree falls in poop slush mud--in her only pair of pants that fit.
5. Throw pants in super-fast cycle.
6. Get kids up.
7. Sick shane to take kids to school. Kids not cooperating.
8. Notice garden sprinklers are still on at ~8am. Don't they usually go off at 4 am?
9. Laree goes out to turn off valve. Valve box filled with water and floating roaches. Sprinklers still going off.
10. Laree scoops out most roaches. Puts hand in water. Leap of faith.
11. Valve broken: cannot shut off water.
12. Laree is soaked from sprinklers.
13. Laree realizes sweater is wool, and now she smells like wet dog. Or sheep. Kinda the same.
14. Laree goes to take pants out of dryer. Still damp.
15. Laree gets in car. Seat soaking wet. 2 giant towels, minium protection.
16. Laree drives to work, wet, in the rain, with window stuck down.
17. Laree cold and cranky.


..so my pants got washed twice today, and I spent all day shivering in my cubie. Interestingly enough, It was only 5 degrees warmer when I came home than it was when I went to work.
 

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