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Gosh just realized I was born in 1947, but, I wasn't reading about headless chickens at that time. I was probably bonking parents and older sister on the head with my baby bottle.

Father was fond of telling me I would throw the bottle after I finished it, and had managed to whack everyone on the head or torso many times. Well I was just a baby, why didn't they go elsewhere once I had a bottle on hand. BTW baby bottles were glass then.

I never had that problem with my son - he was breast fed - which of course convinced my parents & brother & sister that I was weirder than they first believed.
Good for you!

For Breast feeding...not bonking people in the head or torso

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Over 7 hours, but we're finally finished cutting and wrapping all of the meat. About 8 lbs of kielbasa & 20 lbs of breakfast sausage all made. At least 100 lbs brining for bacon & ham. Sunday will be smoking day.

Phew
how many people were working? That isn't too bad actually.
 
Doesn't that poor over-worked slave get the weekend off IM? At least you're feeding him well!

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Poor guy, he's so over worked ;)

I was out helping him yesterday and we will finish tomorrow. Today I have to work the money making job so he will do what he can until I'm off work.
 
Good morning everyone
We finally got rain last night!
:wee
It was a beautiful day yesterday before the storm so we took the chicks out to enjoy the grass
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It was a good day
Aren't you nervous about using chicken wire? I would be worried about stray dogs.
 
Sorry Penny, that stinks! We are supposed to get snow this evening. Its pretty cool out there. Trying to work up the energy to go out.
I fixed my incubator turner by making a cotter pin out of a paper clip. The arm fell right off because there wasn't one installed.
Hope to build the lean-to frame today. If i can convince myself to go out. Its cool out there. It would help if the sun came out from behind the clouds.
 

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