This is a picture of the girl I'm picking up tomorrow evening. Now that everything is set in place I told Rosie about her. She want's to name her Wasabi, I'm not so sure about that. I will admit when I first saw the picture before I was told her age that comb scared me for a minute. But she's for sure a girl and even better if I want to look at it that way a proven momma.
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Adorable! And I actually love the name Wasabi!
 
Monday Mugs

I'm sick everyone. No I haven't had a Covid test. I do feel like I might not be here all the time so please don't worry.

Here’s some Monday Mugs.
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:hugsI hope you feel better soon (and that it's not Covid).:hugs:hugs
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Apparently my hens have not read the book that claims "hens prefer dark quite places to lay their eggs." Porch box drama continues, and only getting worse. 11 girls are laying and now all but the cochins who have yet to discover the front porch fight to lay their egg in the 1 box. They are all completely ignoring the box beside the prize nest. Depending on who is in the box, and who is in line to lay they will either climb on top of a hen to lay or in Raven and Butter's case evict the hen in the box. If the box is occupied and someone else needs it, they ALL complain loudly that the box is in use. I really cannot understand why they all want that box. It's in a brightly lit, non secluded location that between letting in and out the cats and dogs and coming and going myself a high-traffic area. I can understand possibly why Bunny loves it, she hatched off her first clutch of chicks there last year. The rest of the girls...I think they just want to drive me crazy.
Have you tried putting fake eggs in the less desirable nests Rebecca? That worked for my girls.
 
I need someone to beat me on the head for the stupid move I just pulled. Water is froze off again which means carrying water out to the horses again. Get the first 2 buckets hung up no problem. Russ decides as I'm lifting the bucket up to hook it that it would be a good time to try to lick the back of my head. Like a idiot while still trying to hook the bucket I lean backwards to make him stop and pull something. Ended up dropping the bucket and have a ping pong ball sized knot under my armpit now. I should have just yelled at Russ or sat the bucket down to give him the ear scratches he wanted.
Ow ow ow ow. Are you having it seen to Rebecca? Massage? Liniment? Something?
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