Did you ask for advice?

[jerseygirl1]

Yup

Though, sometimes I think it's not what is being said, but it's all in how you say it

 

[theoldchick]

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And remember to never call the color 'fuchsia' purple. People will get mad over that.

 

[sourland]

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Not a bad idea. Rancher's advice is generally right on the money - JMO.

 

[deerman]

One thing that really get to me. Give advice to those asking how how to care for birds. Then not taking the advice they get then lose the birds. To predator or disease.t

 

[EweSheep]

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Not a bad idea. Rancher's advice is generally right on the money - JMO.

Yeah I agree with that! Rancher's advices are well taken and "food for thought" if you still like your own ideas.

 

[twentynine]

Rancher -- a finer truth has never been told!

I'll never forget, two years ago, I made the mistake of asking for advice, in a off handed joking manner, about how to take care of a horse. Heaven's sake! You would a thought I done killed somebody. I stuck with it, got insulted quite a few times, but I waded through the muck, and got me some good info.

The all time classic in that thread was the -- oh nevermind I think I'll let sleeping dogs lie. But I never did figure out how someone who was raising chickens and snakes could be so condemning because I bought a horse. And now two years later I think I have proven atleast to myself that I am capable of their care.

Anyhow I digress! The subject you speak of, just the other night. Vivid example!

Chicks killed or missing- op herself didn't know. Blame was placed on op's dog. But in revealing the circumstances of the mysterious disappearance some questions were raised. OP left in a huff, thread was closed. I guess we ain't never going to find out what happened to the chicks. Or if the suspected dog payed the price?

What I have slowly figured out on my own. And sometimes I react before I can catch myself.

1. Do not respond to the drama threads
2. Never respond to teenager drama threads
3. Do not respond to family drama threads
4. Slap myself silly before responding to RR or Family forum threads

Oops! I done it again! Shouldn't be here!

 

[chickened]

Some folks are "teachable" and some are not. My son has a T-shirt that says "your village is missing their idiot" so there is always a place for those that cannot take advice.

 

[MaryMouse]

Of all the things I am proud of my DD about, is listening to advice given by someone that knows. When she has something that needs fixing or healing or built, she seeks consul of exprienced others and then is smart enough to listen.
My family grew up on catch phrases and the one that comes to mind here is. (A smart man knows, what he doesn't know) Please dont stop posting because your experience and advice here on BYC has saved many bird. And there is a great many of us that appreciate it very much.

 

[key west chick]

And another thing, while something may work wonderfully well for 1 person, it may not work at all for someone else!

 

[Roark]

ray's two cents :

Well said, rancher! I feel pretty much the same about some of the stuff you've mentioned.

I have given up on trying to advise younger kids. In an attempt to stop them making the same mistakes that I did, I talk about my personal experiences. Most of them snap back, try to act like they're high and mighty, and go ahead and do it anyway. Were we all like this when we were twelve?! I honestly can't remember.

I must say I have been guilty at times for asking things just to get people to agree with me. I shouldn't, I know.

Yup... I can remember back in the day, when I was ALWAYS the smartest person in the room and ALWAYS had all of the answers. Why I can remember thinkin' to myself "how is it that two people (my parents) can have so much education, and still be soooo dumb?". Well, now that I have four little know-it-alls of my own, I completely understand. You see, there's some kind of hormonal release that occurs once we have passed on the evolutionary responsibility for species continuance to our progeny. After this is triggered, every time that we lie down, or approach a horizontal orientation, our brains liquify and leak out of our ears. I used to think that it was just the cumulative effects of watching too much television news and trying to make sense out of what comes out of our rulers' mouths... but then, thankfully, I had four daughters - and now I am blessed with a daily reminder that in my particular case - I just wasn't ever very smart to start with - and that my mission is but to serve. The proof of the former is that I did not eat them when they were young. Sometimes nature tries to instruct us with a little show and tell, and sometimes we just completely miss the class.

I say FOUR, when in fact I have five children (all now legally and chronologically "adults") because somewhere in the midst of all of the estrogen, I have a son. A son who, realizing the futility of our situation, learned very early on to just nod his head and say "yes Mom, you're absolutely right - whatever you want" and so managed to duck and stay well out of the maelstrom that is me attempting to re-live my younger days... before the gelding. I'm sure it's a terribly traumatic thing for him to watch - his old man forgetting that that which used to hang confidently between his legs, now dangles from Mom's rear view mirror - like an odd old pair of shrunken fuzzy dice. It must be like watching Pickett's charge, over and over again... oh the humanity... We never really ever stood a chance you see, for they are all truly sisters.

It's a male/female, Venus & Mars thing. Guys either never ask 'cuz we just innately and inherently know (as in the lead Canadian goose when the flock heads south - which is why we never need a map or have to stop and ask directions), or we DO ask because we are just that focused on gettin' stuff done, and desire the most efficient way to get'r done (hence the subconscious realization that it is indeed quicker to leave the toilet seat down at all times, and should some less efficient mind have put the lid down - well the sink doesn't have a lid... ). It's all really so simple - a comfortable seat, a cold beer and somethin' to watch (beer commercials, or some kind of game involving a ball - it helps remind us of that which was wrested from us the night after we said "I do"). We really don't require duvets, or trivets, dust ruffles or pillow shams, just a place to rest our bones, numb our brains, and drown out the noise. That's actually why I was first attracted to keeping chickens in the first place. Kind of like a white noise generator on the door of a secret meeting room, the cackling of hens might help to drown out the noise of the cackling hens. We'll just have to wait and see...

DISCLAIMER: Now obviously, I was just kiddin' around and never meant a word of what I just said, so if my wife should ask - please just tell her I was drinking. She'll just give the look,... you know, the one that automatically conveys in a glance that the male object at issue is an absolute idiot (it's something that they inherit in their DNA - hence the assertion that they are all truly sisters).


Erratum

Gals... we do recognize our station and mission, which is why we always function best when just given direction. Do not ask questions of us as we are as a laser in our focus to just get stuff done. If you ask, we will answer. If you truly desire no answer, than by all means - do not clog the limited available bandwidth with useless minutia and spam that will just confuse and annoy us. Over time the continued abuse of this excessive downloading will result in a peculiar type of specific frequency deafness. I've not as yet experienced this effect, but I did notice it in my Grandfather during the last few years of his life. I never saw him so happy - nor my Grandmother so ticked off.

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