you gals are killin' me! 
Nope -- I think it's the other way around. Coin slot after they begin laying. I notice that my girls buttholes look like talking mouths every time they get touched there. hehehe
Congratulations -- that's a nice big egg!
OMG I had no idea you had to do that in vet school. After high school I worked for the Humane Society for about a year as a kennel attendant. You know -- scooping poop and hosing down the dog kennels. I also had to assist the vet that put down the unadoptable. I hated taking them to the room. And then having to throw them in the freezer afterwards. Awful. I didn't last a year there. I took home a snake, brought my aunt some muscovy ducks and when I left I stole a cross eyed crooked tooth cat.
I can't believe he didn't say those eggs are so amazing and fresh! They taste like they just came out of a chickens butt. lol
Exactly -- sounds like me to a tee


Lol! It's a slot that becomes a hole. Kinda like a mouth on a butt. Mouth closed slot, mouth open hole. Gross description i sincerely apologize.![]()
Nope -- I think it's the other way around. Coin slot after they begin laying. I notice that my girls buttholes look like talking mouths every time they get touched there. hehehe
LOOK!!!! Ms. Bonnie finally gifted me with my first egg this afternoon!! And...she laid it in the nesting box!!! She is such a good girl!!
Congratulations -- that's a nice big egg!
That's nothing, Apryl. Don't ask me about the "terminal surgeries" we had to do in junior year (no, you really don't want to know. And I was the only one in my class of 106 who refused to kill pefectly healthy lab-bred beagles under anesthesia, after breaking their legs and attempting ortho surgery on them. I was ostracized and had to do two extra rotations to make up for my ethical stance).
Vet school, and the veterinary profession in general, is hell. I would not recommend it to anyone I care about. Like I always tell people considering to enter that profession, it ain't all Animal Planet.
My mom dissuaded me from the vet route when I was a kid, using the euthanasia example -- she was probably very right. Hearing your abbreviated stories, that would have been the least of my issues it seems.
We have NO vets within 100 miles who specialize in chickens. There's a vet tech 60 miles away who grew up on a poultry farm, and that office will attempt to treat your chicken, but they charge you at the price for "exotic" animals. Pretty much if something is amiss with the hens, we're on our own. Maybe that's for the best.
OMG I had no idea you had to do that in vet school. After high school I worked for the Humane Society for about a year as a kennel attendant. You know -- scooping poop and hosing down the dog kennels. I also had to assist the vet that put down the unadoptable. I hated taking them to the room. And then having to throw them in the freezer afterwards. Awful. I didn't last a year there. I took home a snake, brought my aunt some muscovy ducks and when I left I stole a cross eyed crooked tooth cat.

Totally OT (what else is new!)~
~but my husband ate his very-first farm-fresh eggs (3, from Big Bird) a little while ago.
I was expecting the heavens to open up, angels to sing, rainbow unicorns to dance around, etc. I had fried em up with taters (taters!) and toast. He did his weird little OCD thing that he does, eating all the egg whites first, in little Rain Man circles. Then after every bit of white was gone, he soaked up the beautiful orange yolks with his toast.
"Well?!" I kept asking, impatiently. "What do you think? Aren't they great?"
He looked at me, bewildered. "Um, they're softer than regular eggs. I think."
That's it? Really? He thinks the yolks are the same color, and didn't notice the incredibly fresh, protein-packed fresh flavor. I was like, "Come ON, it's like the difference between a store tomato and one out of your garden!"
He just came in the living room from renovating the bathroom, smirked at me on the laptop talking to you guys, and said in a singsong falsetto voice, "Dear Chicken Diary People, my husband ate his very first egg today, and said it was soft." LOL!!!! The man really knows me!

Yeah...when I was about 12 I wanted to be a Vet. In my starry eyed youthful ignorance I wanted to help animals. I've always loved animals more than people. My family never understood that about me. As I got older the reality set in about what being a Vet would really be like and I knew that my heart was way too soft towards animals to do that job. I think it would have been a living hell because I don't think the good days could have made up for all of the sad awful days.
Exactly -- sounds like me to a tee
Storytime! I used to work with an older gentleman who always told me interesting stories. One of them was about a couple men who were pulling back a load in a carriage pulled by two horses. The one guy's lips were all chapped and the other guys weren't. The first guy asked the second guy why his lips weren't chapped and the 2nd guy took his finger and stuck it in the horses butt hole and then wiped it on his lips. The first guy looked at him in amazement and said that keeps your lips from getting chapped? And the second guy said I don't know but it keeps me from licking my lips.
