Anyone have luck catching a feral chicken?? UPDATE: Rooster caught, no hen

[Suzi18]

Good morning peeps.
So sorry to hear the kitty passed but also glad it didn't suffer all night long either.

My background,
Jack of all trades, master of none.

Hospital admin turned lab technician/ ER tech/ arterial blood gas-phlebotomy responder to codes in all critical care areas including ICU's , OR, cath lab, neonatal intensive care, open heart unit.
A few year side job as a medical assistant in an ob/gyn office for a group of docs who had priveledges in the hospital.
Then extreme burnout.
Hard to have two jobs and a small child, lost my dad suddenly and take care of my mom who lived nearby and had cancer that year.
Took my cat to the vet one day because she was showing all the signs of diabetes. Got to talking to the vet at this 24 Hr animal hospital about my "career path" and he convinced me to apply for a job.
He said all of my skills would cross over , and the change might do me good.
I loved that job and got a lot of satisfaction from the continuous learning environment.

Fast forward/skip around:
My husband's job has made us move so many times.

Went on to have 4 kids and couldn't afford to pay a babysitter on what my salary brought in so I became a stay at home mom/ avid school volunteer.

Other things I've done:
Certified therapy dog partner.
Show dog handler
Dog training instructor
Pet / farm sitter

"Dog doula" -I still travel for these gigs occasionally. I have a few breeder clients and I love them.

I've worked as a bakery supervisor and also as a demonstration chef for a few years to cover the family with health insurance while my DH worked as an independent contractor.
(Thank god that only lasted a few years)

And a writer. Other than animal lover, it's the only unbroken strand throughout my life. Lol

Although the only thing that has ever been published was a piece about the aftermath of our son's death of an overdose of over the counter medicines (later ruled a suicide by the state medical examiner).

This account coincided with when I was working in the WF bakery and is titled
BAKED GOODS. (Bellevue Literary Review, New York University, Langone School of Medicine, Required Reading).
The title was a metaphoric homage to his cremation.

I have half a middle grade novel in verse in a drawer.
Countless rejected picture book manuscripts too.

And a 6000 word piece of adult creative nonfiction I'm still hammering away at based on an experience last year where I was driving to the grocery store and hung a U-turn because I'm nosy AF, and saw a commotion going on in a parking lot and just wanted to see what was going on.

Turned out it was a young pregnant girl who had overdosed on heroine.

She was "a goner" deep blue from not breathing, no detectable cardiac activity.

It was a chaotic scene since nobody in the growing crowd knew how to do CPR. Of course, I had to jump in.
What was I going to do? Drive away and let some other mom spend the rest of HER life living MINE? Ohhelltothenah

Nine and a half minutes later the pro's arrived, administered 2 doses of narcan, and reversed her! That kid got up and walked like the story of Lazarus in the Bible .

I work on that story like a snake handler since it triggers a lot of PTSD-like thoughts associated with the loss of my son-yet I think it's a story that needs to be told. Maybe one of these days it will.

Keep writing Stacey.....I'd buy your book

 

[staceyj]

Keep writing Stacey.....I'd buy your book

Gosh suz! What a nice thing to say. Thank you.

 

[Parront]

Keep writing Stacey.....I'd buy your book

X-2!

 

[staceyj]

X-2!

 

[apryl29]

@apryl29 I was surprised the one in Amish country didn't have more farm type stuff too. They do have a great fabric section though. Lol

It's an odd store bc they have lots of crafty stuff, but the clothing section is small compared to others bc the Amish make all their own clothes. I once went there for a child's swimsuit mid summer and they had nothing.

Morning everybody! I miss this for one weekend, and you guys make 50 new pages! Oh well. Just got hit by the cold front! The chickens are taking it pretty well, thought they've been roosting funny.

Same thing happened to me last night... 2 hrs spent catching up even w a lot of skimming.

Good morning peeps.
So sorry to hear the kitty passed but also glad it didn't suffer all night long either.

My background,
Jack of all trades, master of none.

Hospital admin turned lab technician/ ER tech/ arterial blood gas-phlebotomy responder to codes in all critical care areas including ICU's , OR, cath lab, neonatal intensive care, open heart unit.
A few year side job as a medical assistant in an ob/gyn office for a group of docs who had priveledges in the hospital.
Then extreme burnout.
Hard to have two jobs and a small child, lost my dad suddenly and take care of my mom who lived nearby and had cancer that year.
Took my cat to the vet one day because she was showing all the signs of diabetes. Got to talking to the vet at this 24 Hr animal hospital about my "career path" and he convinced me to apply for a job.
He said all of my skills would cross over , and the change might do me good.
I loved that job and got a lot of satisfaction from the continuous learning environment.

Fast forward/skip around:
My husband's job has made us move so many times.

Went on to have 4 kids and couldn't afford to pay a babysitter on what my salary brought in so I became a stay at home mom/ avid school volunteer.

Other things I've done:
Certified therapy dog partner.
Show dog handler
Dog training instructor
Pet / farm sitter

"Dog doula" -I still travel for these gigs occasionally. I have a few breeder clients and I love them.

I've worked as a bakery supervisor and also as a demonstration chef for a few years to cover the family with health insurance while my DH worked as an independent contractor.
(Thank god that only lasted a few years)

And a writer. Other than animal lover, it's the only unbroken strand throughout my life. Lol

Although the only thing that has ever been published was a piece about the aftermath of our son's death of an overdose of over the counter medicines (later ruled a suicide by the state medical examiner).

This account coincided with when I was working in the WF bakery and is titled
BAKED GOODS. (Bellevue Literary Review, New York University, Langone School of Medicine, Required Reading).
The title was a metaphoric homage to his cremation.

I have half a middle grade novel in verse in a drawer.
Countless rejected picture book manuscripts too.

And a 6000 word piece of adult creative nonfiction I'm still hammering away at based on an experience last year where I was driving to the grocery store and hung a U-turn because I'm nosy AF, and saw a commotion going on in a parking lot and just wanted to see what was going on.

Turned out it was a young pregnant girl who had overdosed on heroine.

She was "a goner" deep blue from not breathing, no detectable cardiac activity.

It was a chaotic scene since nobody in the growing crowd knew how to do CPR. Of course, I had to jump in.
What was I going to do? Drive away and let some other mom spend the rest of HER life living MINE? Ohhelltothenah

Nine and a half minutes later the pro's arrived, administered 2 doses of narcan, and reversed her! That kid got up and walked like the story of Lazarus in the Bible .

I work on that story like a snake handler since it triggers a lot of PTSD-like thoughts associated with the loss of my son-yet I think it's a story that needs to be told. Maybe one of these days it will.

Stacey. It has been quite a life, good, bad and sometimes very very hard.

I have often said that my own life if ever turned into a book would have to be put in the fiction section. No one would believe it.

For employment I have done many things from cleaning houses to managing tourist cottages to construction and lastly over 20 years in the manufacturing industry.

I always ended up in the unpleasant roll of a leader. Not something I ever wanted but put on me because I am demanding of quality, speed and dedication.

I quit my job after 9.5 years in August. Total burn out. Poor management, poor trainees, perpetual training of unqualified new people combined with more and more requirements and no raise for over 5 years.

I was turning into someone I didn't like much.
The final straw was being told that the new people being unsuccessful was because I was unsuccessful. WTH!!! Why was I still there if I was not successful? Why did the sales team constantly come to me for answers if I was unsuccessful? Why was I handling tech calls if I was unsuccessful? Why was I the only one allowed to do quality control if I was unsuccessful?
Why did the owner call me a month after my last day begging me to come back if I was so blinking unsuccessful?


I am better then that.

Sorry mini rant there. Yes it is a sore spot still.

Life has been a challenge. Apparently I don't back down.

Wow, you guys have had really exciting lives. Hopefully things calm down for you both now. It always seems like struggles like up, one thing after another. @staceyj you might consider posting your stories on Wattpad, I've seen several authors whose books were "discovered" on Wattpad & were picked up by publishers. If you get published or start posting your stories, let us know.

 

[rjohns39]

X-2!

X3

 

[FlyingNunFarm]

@apryl29 I never thought about the clothing section. Very true though. Wonder if they even both to stock swimsuits. Pretty sure the little Amish girls aren't wearing a bikini.
I had a laugh when I went to my "lady doctor". There were Amish women in the waiting room so I know they visit the practice. During the whole question and answer part of the appointment nurse asks if I'm sexually active, more then one partner? I chuckled and said I'm sure that question goes over well with the Amish ladies. She smirked and looked over her glasses at me. "Yeah, I skip that second part."

 

[Sassysouth]

Keep writing, is all I can reply. You have things to say.

I agree. Wow! I could keep reading all day.

 

[Sassysouth]

So, last year my friend’s mom was coming to visit her from 2 hours away. As the mom was leaving her town she spots a chicken running around a grave yard. She picks it up and puts it in her very nice Suburban and run loose!!! They bring the chicken to my house and it was the sweetest white chicken. Absolutely adorable. We took pictures and I sent them to my hubby (who I knew would not let me have chickens). We tried a couple of places to find it a home. I called the local Co-op and was telling him the story. I said it looks similar to those Wayne’s Farm chickens. (Wayne’s Farm is a chicken plant and we see semi-trucks full of dirty white chickens in cages continuously on our road all day long). Dude at the co-op said I could dye the chicken because the Mexicans in town like colorful chickens, and find a Mexican to give it to. What?????
We ended up taking the chicken to the humans society. I wish I would have kept her because she was precious and probably someone’s pet, now looking back. A couple weeks later, I brought home chicks and raised them on the back porch. I started building a coop, but I don’t know anything about building. So, hubby stepped in and got it done. He was so ready to get the chickens off the back porch!!!!

I am not proof reading this. FYI!

 

[staceyj]

So, last year my friend’s mom was coming to visit her from 2 hours away. As the mom was leaving her town she spots a chicken running around a grave yard. She picks it up and puts it in her very nice Suburban and run loose!!! They bring the chicken to my house and it was the sweetest white chicken. Absolutely adorable. We took pictures and I sent them to my hubby (who I knew would not let me have chickens). We tried a couple of places to find it a home. I called the local Co-op and was telling him the story. I said it looks similar to those Wayne’s Farm chickens. (Wayne’s Farm is a chicken plant and we see semi-trucks full of dirty white chickens in cages continuously on our road all day long). Dude at the co-op said I could dye the chicken because the Mexicans in town like colorful chickens, and find a Mexican to give it to. What?????
We ended up taking the chicken to the humans society. I wish I would have kept her because she was precious and probably someone’s pet, now looking back. A couple weeks later, I brought home chicks and raised them on the back porch. I started building a coop, but I don’t know anything about building. So, hubby stepped in and got it done. He was so ready to get the chickens off the back porch!!!!

I am not proof reading this. FYI!

What an awesome beginning!