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lol yer probably right
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more quackers!!!! yayaya
venison bacon eh? interesting
now? when can I call Holderread? I cant wait anylonger!!! must get waterfowl in abundance!!!!!
eIcelandic Sheep dog.
Good luck, and good deal hatch and then they are gone.
I'd love to have pea fowl roaming around free.
I hope the appointments went well.
Sweet, you can figure out how to set all the eggs!
I hope you enjoyed your day off.
Sorry.
I was wondering about the pipe, didn't want to ask and bother you. Figured you had enough people doing that.
Lovely!
Congratulations!
I had considered getting you one, started to look into it, but then thought you might kill me. lol
Seems things are off to a decent start. Good luck!
Awwwwww

Quote: You mean all 10 days of Summer that far north?

is she done? looks like one more in her!!! congrats and look at how cute!!!!! yer killing me dax!!!!

You mean all 10 days of Summer that far north?
Well, yes if I had does to breed him too, but she is my foundation stock one of only two Purebred Nubians I have.Too bad they weren't does. Do the bucks pass the genes as well?
Congratulations on the two bucklings, @daxigait
I've never seen a baby goat that wasn't just adorable.
I woke up to 5 more chicks this morning. 2 of the remaining are starting to zip and the last one has pipped.
I'll post a group pic once everyone is in the brooder and dried out.
Things I have learned about the Brinsea that I will file away for my next hatching.
I can get 11 eggs in it if they are medium sized to smallish but next time I won't put any more than 10 and possibly even less. Once chicks start to pop the limited space fills up with squealing babies really fast and because of the limited space they start rolling the eggs all around.
The machine holds the temp and humidity perfectly and recovers fast when you have to pull chicks due to overcrowding.But keeping the water pot full during lock down is an exercise in futility due to it's location. I've got to figure out a way to fill the pot without having to remove the canopy
Other than those two things, I totally love my little Brinsea Eco.

Congratulations!Last hatch a few days ago, mix chicks rooster is a Sagitta mother hens were Sagitta, white leghorn or production red. Custom hatch a few Ayami Cemani with them. Had a couple sticky AC guess old and shipped egg issues cause my mixed ones went almost perfect 13 out of 14 none sticky. AC were 4 for 9 and 2 sticky.
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Sorry.@Sally Sunshine @BantyChooks @DwayneNLiz @MotorcycleChick
TLDR : Cat had cancer, didn't come home from the vet....
Long, dramatic version below.
I know pets may not always be up there for everyone as a best friend, and not all animals are made equal.
When my horse died a couple weeks ago, it was "sad" but I didn't even cry. I liked her, but I didn't "loveeeee" her like some animals make you feel.
Today, after a week of debating, I scheduled a vet appointment for my cat, that i've had almost the entire time I've been married.
my "cancer" warning bells were going off. His only symptom was losing weight. I'd noticed it a couple weeks ago, but after verifying he was getting his share of the cat food, I decided I needed to take him in just to see if my spider sense was right, or wrong.
We had a very eventful day. He decided to commit cat suicide, he busted out of a dog crate, that was tied down in the back of my car, and jumped out of my truck at 80 miles an hour and faceplanted on the cement. After a near- panic attack, and stopping to get him and putting him in the cab with me, I raced him to the vet, and brought him inside. Only to find out, his suicide attempt not only FAILED, but he barely was injured. A bloody nose, a couple scrapes and bruises, and a black eye. Maybe a mild concussion.
All things consider, he got freaking lucky beyond belief, for trying to kill himself by jumping out of the back of the truck. He's been in cars/trucks/crates before, and has NEVER attempted to get out of one prior to this.
We get there, and a bunch of running around by the vet, on all these expensive tests, and how it could be all these things, and me telling them "disprove he has cancer, I want proof its not cancer." After running all his labs, and then coming back normal, and them finding enlarged lymph nodes, both by his thyroid, AND his belly, I told them, verify that it's not cancer.
More run around, and me telling them I have no intention of taking him home unless they can prove what I think is cancer ISNT cancer... they finally cave and aspirate the lymph nodes. (think 600+ dollars later of testing, 300+ which could have been saved, had they just aspirated the lymph nodes like I wanted to begin with....)
He has large cell cancer. Given his little suicide attempt, and he went from 15lbs to 9lbs in a month, and talking with kids, husband, etc, we decided to say our goodbyes. Buying him weeks, or a couple more months with prednisone, didn't seem the best way to go for him....
So I said goodbye today, to the one cat who only liked me. That I loved, that I knew when I put him in that truck today, I was saying goodbye too. I don't know how to explain how I know "cancer" when I sense it, but I've yet to be wrong when I called "cancer" in an animal... Which is why I told the vet she was upsetting me by not ruling it out as the #1 thing before wasting my time with thyroid tests and other labs. (hundreds of dollars, actually.)
Kids didn't want to see him suffer, or decline and lose more weight, and we didn't know if he had any issues from the fall that would cause him to seizure at home a day or two later, and I couldn't just walk into a room and find him dead. I loved him too much to deal with the trauma it would have put on me, to do that. At least this way, I know he didn't suffer. I know they made sure he didn't feel any pain, and he was able to live a good life with no horrible last 2-3 months of extending his suffering just to not say goodbye to him.
The logical part of me goes "all that money they wasted, could have saved another cat, who was young and needed a home."
The other part of me goes, you needed an answer and you did the right thing to confirm what you already knew so you could come to terms with saying goodbye.
and then, had he NOT decided to attempt caticide, I might have brought him home and forced him to suffer for days, weeks, or months because he "was healthy enough" to give it a shot... but his little faceplant on the cement took that choice away from me logically. I couldn't justify it, because I didn't think he'd be strong enough to deal with everything else on top of that.
I just.... he was a good cat, and 10 isn't old enough![]()