My Dakota, .., when you gonna clean up your mess Dakota, I can see your motor run motor run looking like you’re having fun, but my Dakota, clean up your mess, my Dakota!

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My Dakota, .., when you gonna clean up your mess Dakota, I can see your motor run motor run looking like you’re having fun, but my Dakota, clean up your mess, my Dakota!
I hope you haven't been drinking Ponypoors raisin rum.
Two molts in one season? I didn’t even know that was possible!Fluffy butt friday!
Inky is finishing her 2nd molt this winter.
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I'm so sorry you've had such a horrible time! There just aren't enough hugs.Hi everyone, and Merry Christmas!
Sorry I haven’t been on in so long. I had already been having trouble keeping up with the thread and then my life pretty much imploded right before Thanksgiving. He is doing ok, but my husband had a heart attack and then a quadruple bypass. This came at a horrible time, as he will soon lose his disability payments for his shoulder surgery, and since his company laid him off in July when his 12 weeks FMLA were used up, he can’t file a new claim for the cardiac issues. It will probabaly be at least theee months before he can even think about looking for work, and we don’t know yet if he will ever be able to work in his industry again due to the health issues. We are thinking about applying for social security disability, but can’t afford an attorney and don’t know how to find a good one that works on a contingency basis.
On top of all that, between his heart attack and his surgery we found out our main property had been robbed and basically trashed (we were at our other property for deer season and the holidays). They stole all four Harley’s, his great grandfather’s 1965 Chevy pickup that he had bought brand new and had been in the family ever since, and pretty much cleaned out or destroyed everything else. So I have also been having to deal with detectives and insurance companies.
Other than that I guess we have been doing ok, lol. My newest chicks are almost full grown. My husband calls them the flutter-bots because of the way they run out and flutter around when we open the coop.
Life sucks tax:
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I understand this too. My father was a very good man, truly. But, he was born in 1911, grew up poor, farmed. To him, animals were livestock. Even dogs were supposed to be useful. He shot more than one in his time, if they started loafing or bothering livestock or being destructive. I do know my mom had a little Boston Terrier before I was born that she adored. They were married 14 years before my older brother was born so he was her baby. I would love to know what he'd thought of him. In my life I only knew of him allowing one in the house, and only on the coldest nights. He once said you don't love animals, only people.Oh no! How sad, it sounds like you father was raised in a different time, a time when life was rough and those of an animal was of no consequences.
It’s a testament to how far our culture has come in such a short time, I would hope that the majority of people our age these days would not be so callus.
I am so glad you have your moggies now, and your chooks![]()
I'm so glad I had a chance to post this.Here you go - a great image of a velociraptor to paint from:
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They have found evidence that they had rudimentary feathers
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Thank goodness they have been somewhat domesticated - they really would peck your eyes out!
Owwwwww!Holy moly! That’s an egg!
Someone laid a huge blue egg, I posed it next to a first time pullet egg.
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And I though Sharpie’s brown egg was big!
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Yep, that’s it!Muh-muh-muh myyyyyy Dakota!
They sure love to hug our necks.