I'm never gonna get an egg!!!

[Chickassan]

You're welcome! I've owned about every kind of wonky chicken invented so im at least semi knowledgeable. I've got a degree in WTF chicken?

Thank you sweet girl!!! I'm still learning, as this is my first time with chickens, and before May I didn't even know why some eggs were brown, and that you didn't need a rooster to get eggs. Duh!

She had a giant full crop when I went out there with the egg. I thought it was gonna explode. She is like a little voracious dinosaur, so I will give her more egg today and try to get her plumped up a bit. I like her much better now that she's an affectionate, skinny egg-layer rather than a fat scared fluff. But I am going to fatten her up. It's crazy how quickly they can lose body fat when they begin to lay!!!!

 

[pitbullmomma]

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.

There was this girl Michelle in my vet class. I called her Chicken Girl. She was the only person out of all 100+ of us that was into chickens, and wanted to be a chicken vet. She was a true Michigan farm girl. She was like an Apple Festival queen, and had butter yellow hair. She looked kinda like a chicken (wide eyes/pointy little nose) and spoke very articulately, pronouncing each syllable perfect and clipped, like a chicken would, if it were able to talk. She even made these like pecking motions with her head to punctuate words. God, I loved her.

I used to make fun of her mercilessly! Michelle, the Chicken Girl. I had everyone calling her that. It was all in good fun, not mean spirited-- we would all go out after class and drink and stuff.

I don't Facebook, but if I did, Chicken Girl would sh*t an egg if she knew that I turned into a crazy Chicken Lady! She had it going on, the whole time.

 

[pitbullmomma]

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!

 

[CABINHOLLOWNC]

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!

LOL!! "Chicken Diary People" huh? Well I guess I've been called worse!

 

[CABINHOLLOWNC]

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.

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.

 

[CABINHOLLOWNC]

OK ladies...check this out!!! The lady at Tractor Supply thought I was nuts for buying it...but I'm sure you all are going to rush out to your nearest TS to grab some!!!

 

[Killer Tomato]

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!

OMG!!! My Sweetie is the same, if not worse, about the eggs!!! He's actually creeped out by our fresh eggs now. "Sorry, hun, but I *know* which girl made them, and it kinda creeps me out. It's all the same hole, I mean, *everything* from the same hole!" It's not so bad that I have to buy store eggs for him, but he's definitely not devouring the eggs like I am.

I've also caught him checking the history on my computer to see if I'm having some torrid internet affair, as he can't quite believe there could be others as crazy about chickens as me.

 

[Chickassan]

Oh hey! That stuff is actually pretty jam up.

OK ladies...check this out!!! The lady at Tractor Supply thought I was nuts for buying it...but I'm sure you all are going to rush out to your nearest TS to grab some!!!

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[apryl29]

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.

It sounds horrible. Just from seeing the things from the wind my own pets meant to the vet, having to spay and neuter, dealing with injuries and putting animals to sleep, it just sounds like it would be way too much for me to handle. People who do that sort of thing are really special kind of people, like teachers. Not only being knowledgeable about how did you things, but also dealing with the horrible behind the scenes stuff that most people don't deal with.

You're welcome! I've owned about every kind of wonky chicken invented so im at least semi knowledgeable. I've got a degree in WTF chicken?

I really feel like I'm being taken learn as you go experience. I no I've had to deal with a lot of WTF things myself and it does help to read through other post on here. That way when something comes up but at least heard of things before.

OK ladies...check this out!!! The lady at Tractor Supply thought I was nuts for buying it...but I'm sure you all are going to rush out to your nearest TS to grab some!!!

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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.

OMG!!! My Sweetie is the same, if not worse, about the eggs!!! He's actually creeped out by our fresh eggs now. "Sorry, hun, but I *know* which girl made them, and it kinda creeps me out. It's all the same hole, I mean, *everything* from the same hole!" It's not so bad that I have to buy store eggs for him, but he's definitely not devouring the eggs like I am.

I've also caught him checking the history on my computer to see if I'm having some torrid internet affair, as he can't quite believe there could be others as crazy about chickens as me.

You should show him that documentary about chicken people. I feel like it makes most of us look sane.

 

[Chickassan]

I love that documentary!

It sounds horrible. Just from seeing the things from the wind my own pets meant to the vet, having to spay and neuter, dealing with injuries and putting animals to sleep, it just sounds like it would be way too much for me to handle. People who do that sort of thing are really special kind of people, like teachers. Not only being knowledgeable about how did you things, but also dealing with the horrible behind the scenes stuff that most people don't deal with.

I really feel like I'm being taken learn as you go experience. I no I've had to deal with a lot of WTF things myself and it does help to read through other post on here. That way when something comes up but at least heard of things before.

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.


You should show him that documentary about chicken people. I feel like it makes most of us look sane.