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Careful with your fingers there Sour! My sister-in-law had a pinkie finger broken when a dog on that sort of leash took off after a squirrel.

When working young dogs I always have them on a nylon catch cord so that it is easier to correct/help/catch them. A pup once took off when I somehow had the cord wrapped around my left pinky finger. There is now a nice 'ring' scar around the base of that finger. Once burned, twice wise - that'll never happen again.
 
What kind of chicks are you getting?
Black Copper Marans and Black Ameraucana.

Did you make that, Aart? It's beautiful.
I did make them for about 3-4 years.
Formed masters from real leaves, then made silicone molds off the masters.
The flexible molds could be shaped using wet sand for difference configurations.
Sold them via Etsy and art shows.
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Why did you stop, if you don't mind my asking? They are lovely.
Well, during a holiday show season I whacked out my knee real bad hauling all that weight around, and I was a better schlepper than a schmoozer, they just didn't sell that well.
My heart wasn't in it anymore after that and 6 months later my son died,
which really killed it. Harhar, macabre humor.
I spent a year on the couch mourning then chickens became my new obsession passion.
 
Well, during a holiday show season I whacked out my knee real bad hauling all that weight around, and I was a better schlepper than a schmoozer, they just didn't sell that well.
My heart wasn't in it anymore after that and 6 months later my son died,
which really killed it. Harhar, macabre humor.
I spent a year on the couch mourning then chickens became my new obsession passion.
It is good that chickens helped pick you back up!
 
:hugs Yeah, I understand.

Wow, you did a lot of neat stuff! Very nice. I certainly would have stopped at your booth.

I used to buy wool, wash it, dye it, spin it, and knit one of a kind original sweaters. Maybe if I lived in NYC, I could have sold them for more than a dollar an hour (or less!) for the time I had into them. Comes a day when you can't justify the time/expense/energy.

Unlike Emily Dickinson, I kind of need recognition for my efforts.
 

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