California - Northern

[ronott1]

It might be a good idea to start writing the date you set it on each egg. You can use pencil or even a permanent marker.

I have to do that--Four staggered hatches with 4 or 5 breeds requires that I know when each egg was set.

 

[Audio51]

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Exactly! It sure makes it easier to decide if an egg is not developing if you know exactly when it was set. It also helps to only check them a couple of times during incubation. I think they do better with less poking around and handling.

 

[CackleJoy]

Once upon a time in a land of plenty there was a little chicken who just couldn't be satisfied.

If you put a roost up high, she would roost higher on top of the light.





If you filled the feeder she would hop in the food bin while you were busy, that way she could get an extra portion.

If you made her a nice egg box, she would go hide her eggs in the bushes.

This little chicken just hadn't learned how to be satisfied with what her people gave her.

One day the people filled all the feeders with fermented feed and carefully put the lid back on the container.

It took a lot of effort but she managed to get the lid off and had free access to more feed than she could ever imagine eating at one time. But greedy little unsatisfied thing that she is, she decided to give it her best effort and hopped in the container.

One foot stuck. Then another. She flapped her wings and threw water and feed as far as she could. She squawked and hollered but the people were gone. She fought and sank even faster. So she ate. And ate and ate. She even had company, smarter companions who perched on the edge and helped eat the feed.

Soon the dissatisfied chicken was up to her neck in feed and couldn't move. It was cold and she was afraid. Her people were gone and all the other chickens went to bed in their nice warm coop. It was hard to breathe and soon she was coughing from choking and there was a rattle in her lungs. This was really a most unsatisfactory development!

Much later a flashlight bobbed along and the man exclaimed and reached in the feed and rescued the poor unsatisfied chicken. She was too week and cold to walk so she just flopped over on the ground. The big person with the deep voice took her to the soft person with the high voice who then stuck her under warm water. The water was lovely. Little chicken opened an eye and quickly shut it against the glare of white. All too soon the warm water was replaced with hot air. The hot air and soft person lifted her feathers and warmed her body. For an hour the hot air just blew and blew. Little chicken moved once but realized her crop was too full for much movement. At least she wasn't hungry.

Soon little chicken was wrapped up in a towel.


And a heavy hot thing was placed under her, then over her, then along side her. All the while the soft person was talk, talk, talking away. She sounded rather nice, like a gentle chicken.

Eventually she was placed in a cage, still all wrapped up and covered with the hot pad along side her. Much later the big man reached in and removed the pad and towel. Steam floated through the cage and it carried something that helped her breathe. Finally, little chicken slept.

The next morning she was breathing fine and most surely NOT satisfied with her cage and left a soggy thin-shelled egg to prove it.

It felt so good to run around with the other chickens and roll in the sun-warmed dirt. Little chicken thought she might be satisfied for a while. After all, the feeders were full and she still wasn't hungry.

 

[CackleJoy]

Orthodontic bands are a brilliant idea! I have a dentist brother I shall be contacting

 

[chiqita]

Once upon a time in a land of plenty there was a little chicken who just couldn't be satisfied. If you put a roost up high, she would roost higher on top of the light. If you filled the feeder she would hop in the food bin while you were busy, that way she could get an extra portion. If you made her a nice egg box, she would go hide her eggs in the bushes. This little chicken just hadn't learned how to be satisfied with what her people gave her. One day the people filled all the feeders with fermented feed and carefully put the lid back on the container. It took a lot of effort but she managed to get the lid off and had free access to more feed than she could ever imagine eating at one time. But greedy little unsatisfied thing that she is, she decided to give it her best effort and hopped in the container. One foot stuck. Then another. She flapped her wings and threw water and feed as far as she could. She squawked and hollered but the people were gone. She fought and sank even faster. So she ate. And ate and ate. She even had company, smarter companions who perched on the edge and helped eat the feed. Soon the dissatisfied chicken was up to her neck in feed and couldn't move. It was cold and she was afraid. Her people were gone and all the other chickens went to bed in their nice warm coop. It was hard to breathe and soon she was coughing from choking and there was a rattle in her lungs. This was really a most unsatisfactory development! Much later a flashlight bobbed along and the man exclaimed and reached in the feed and rescued the poor unsatisfied chicken. She was too week and cold to walk so she just flopped over on the ground. The big person with the deep voice took her to the soft person with the high voice who then stuck her under warm water. The water was lovely. Little chicken opened an eye and quickly shut it against the glare of white. All too soon the warm water was replaced with hot air. The hot air and soft person lifted her feathers and warmed her body. For an hour the hot air just blew and blew. Little chicken moved once but realized her crop was too full for much movement. At least she wasn't hungry. Soon little chicken was wrapped up in a towel. And a heavy hot thing was placed under her, then over her, then along side her. All the while the soft person was talk, talk, talking away. She sounded rather nice, like a gentle chicken. Eventually she was placed in a cage, still all wrapped up and covered with the hot pad along side her. Much later the big man reached in and removed the pad and towel. Steam floated through the cage and it carried something that helped her breathe. Finally, little chicken slept. The next morning she was breathing fine and most surely NOT satisfied with her cage and left a soggy thin-shelled egg to prove it. It felt so good to run around with the other chickens and roll in the sun-warmed dirt. Little chicken thought she might be satisfied for a while. After all, the feeders were full and she still wasn't hungry.

Omg lets hope lesdoned learned!

 

[Audio51]

Once upon a time in a land of plenty there was a little chicken who just couldn't be satisfied.

If you put a roost up high, she would roost higher on top of the light.





If you filled the feeder she would hop in the food bin while you were busy, that way she could get an extra portion.

If you made her a nice egg box, she would go hide her eggs in the bushes.

This little chicken just hadn't learned how to be satisfied with what her people gave her.

One day the people filled all the feeders with fermented feed and carefully put the lid back on the container.

It took a lot of effort but she managed to get the lid off and had free access to more feed than she could ever imagine eating at one time. But greedy little unsatisfied thing that she is, she decided to give it her best effort and hopped in the container.

One foot stuck. Then another. She flapped her wings and threw water and feed as far as she could. She squawked and hollered but the people were gone. She fought and sank even faster. So she ate. And ate and ate. She even had company, smarter companions who perched on the edge and helped eat the feed.

Soon the dissatisfied chicken was up to her neck in feed and couldn't move. It was cold and she was afraid. Her people were gone and all the other chickens went to bed in their nice warm coop. It was hard to breathe and soon she was coughing from choking and there was a rattle in her lungs. This was really a most unsatisfactory development!

Much later a flashlight bobbed along and the man exclaimed and reached in the feed and rescued the poor unsatisfied chicken. She was too week and cold to walk so she just flopped over on the ground. The big person with the deep voice took her to the soft person with the high voice who then stuck her under warm water. The water was lovely. Little chicken opened an eye and quickly shut it against the glare of white. All too soon the warm water was replaced with hot air. The hot air and soft person lifted her feathers and warmed her body. For an hour the hot air just blew and blew. Little chicken moved once but realized her crop was too full for much movement. At least she wasn't hungry.

Soon little chicken was wrapped up in a towel.


And a heavy hot thing was placed under her, then over her, then along side her. All the while the soft person was talk, talk, talking away. She sounded rather nice, like a gentle chicken.

Eventually she was placed in a cage, still all wrapped up and covered with the hot pad along side her. Much later the big man reached in and removed the pad and towel. Steam floated through the cage and it carried something that helped her breathe. Finally, little chicken slept.

The next morning she was breathing fine and most surely NOT satisfied with her cage and left a soggy thin-shelled egg to prove it.

It felt so good to run around with the other chickens and roll in the sun-warmed dirt. Little chicken thought she might be satisfied for a while. After all, the feeders were full and she still wasn't hungry.

What a wondorful story writer you are! That one is definitley worth a childrens book!!!!

I'm so gald it turned out well and hope she has learned her lesson. But if she is anything like my Golden Retreiver she probably hasn't....

 

[chewinga]

Bakersfield is the demarcation for me.

 

[CackleJoy]

What a wondorful story writer you are! That one is definitley worth a childrens book!!!!

I'm so gald it turned out well and hope she has learned her lesson. But if she is anything like my Golden Retreiver she probably hasn't....

Thank you

I was just thinking how fun it would be to turn our adventures into stories. DH drug the fermented feed bin outside the gate. More work for me but no chances of a drowned chicken this way.

 

[CackleJoy]

Bakersfield is the demarcation for me.

Welcome!

 

[liz9910]

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Welcome to BYC and to the best thread out there!