As for an egg update...I'm getting two eggs a day most days from Bonnie & Esmarelda (one blue one brown). My Easter Egger and Olive Egger are both squating, making nests in the nesting boxes, have very red combs and are submitting to Zaffer their man of the coop. So, I'm hoping to find more pretty eggs any day now!
Our Thanksgiving was quite and relaxing! I made Cornish Hens, cornbread dressing, roasted root veggies, deviled eggs and a creamed Brussels sprout casserole. Oh and cake! We watched the parades and a marathon of Vikings.
The decorated coop and your Thanksgiving dinner look mahhhhhvelous. I love roasted root veggies.
You know you're a crazy chicken lady when you have too many cockerels as it is, but you still operate on one to save it.
In all seriousness, as a warning to others to learn from my stupidity, I had put a zip tie on this chicks leg when it was a baby. I didn't think i had used any ties this year, and under all those feathers, I forgot about it. Until i caught him limping. Oops, zip tie was wayyyy tight, about to cut off circulation. But i operated on him and got it cut off.
He's enjoying lounging in the house while he heals up.
Poor guy..... what was the zip tie for? I was reading about splay leg chicks because I thought one of my babies might need something, and I read one post said to use zip ties. I'm thinkin...... uh no -- then you have to cut it off and not the leg with it.
Thanksgiving In-law Update:
My Sweetie went to his parent's house without me (for which I am SO thankful).
All the guests, except for Sweetie were 1-3 hours late. He was on time.
His brother showed up already wasted (as usual).
Brother's girlfriend, who looks like a female "Sting" (from the Police) would not acknowledge my Sweetie (she's always like this), but she sipped from her "juice" bottle, and got even more surly, and then stumbled around in the kitchen.
Sweetie's dad got madder and madder as the brother and girlfriend got drunker and drunker.
Sweetie's daughter didn't show up -- her uncle (see drunk brother above) was so wasted *last* Thanksgiving that he didn't recognize his own niece, and began hitting on her, so daughter decided to "get sick" this year.
Mean Grandma was still alive and still mean.
There was no canned spinach! My mean comments must have made it round to Sweetie's mom and shamed her into making broccoli instead.
Sweetie played Angry Birds on his phone a lot, and smirked as his dad was hollering at brother passed out on the couch.
He then inhaled dessert, grabbed his trolling motor and chainsaw (the real reason he showed up), and drove home.
No one even asked, "Hey, where's Killer Tomato?" even though I was invited. Sweetie said they could tell he was one step away from reaming them a new one, so they decided not to "go there".
I know I'm gonna hear about this, but I must be the only one here who like canned spinach. I really do and not the creamed yuck variety. It's what I grew up with. I do like fresh spinach salads though.