EDUCATIONAL INCUBATION & HATCHING CHAT THREAD, w/ Sally Sunshine Shipped Eggs

I am also typing whenever I stop so I can reply to people. Because of time restraints I often don't proofread.
We're just pickin' at ya.
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Thank you!  We have been so blessed with great classroom hatches.  The last 3 years, all of the eggs we have set have hatched.  During incubation, the kids are so sweet and have a classroom prayer for the chicks every morning that they will hatch and be healthy.  :love


We can't eat Chocolate!  :tongue  

I know for a fact that your daughter was eating a chocolate rabbit's butt a few days ago.
Yep, there are a bunch of people at my office wearing costumes


How can you tell? :confused:
For some reason, my voice to text does not like my Southern accent.  It does make for some funny texts!

One word. Coffee!
 
Whites, here's the snake.


I set it up on the path like it's alive, to scare DH when he gets home. We'll see how badly this backfires on me.
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It looks dead to me.

I don't know about my diction, but I do know my voice type is dealing with a headset and my tractor trailers engine noise. So that makes it even more complicated.

The engine/road noise has to mess with it.
 
4 or 5 of us were dropping a very large dead tree that had grown up at the end of a large chicken house (later converted to a drive-thru deer processing plant), which would be destroyed should the tree fall the wrong way. Silas Nipper the guy on the saw, was on the roof, the rest of us were spaced out along a rope, to make sure the tree landed where it was supposed to. After he'd cut the wedge from the front, Nipper started the back cut. He'd been dropping trees probably his entire adult life, and knew what he was doing, but the tree started to twist, & looked like it was going to fall on the roof, which was the planned escape route in case of trouble. Nipper threw the saw to the ground, scooted around the tree like a squirrel, and pushed off, landing flat on his back between two large limbs already on the ground. When he hit, his right arm fell backward across one of the limbs...broken arm.

While we sat in the ER, Nipper with his arm tucked into the front of his shirt, a volunteer came by:

What happened, Mr. Nipper?
I broke my arm.
How'd you do it?
Fell out of a tree
You think you broke it?
No, Ma'am, I know d----d well I broke it!
 
I know, I have also found though that it is easier on my phone to edit after I post then in the reply box for some reason it is much easier to read and deal with.
 

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